Fireships at Dawn
(whoaa-oh-oh) Elizabeth spoke proud at Tilburg town
Appointed Drake and Hawkins to hold the crown
Hawkins drew up thirty-three galleon hulls Numbered every sailor under screaming gulls
Called them all to battle as the tide began to roll
Set the burning torches high along the coast Fireships are waiting for
the Spanish host
Lightweight nimble cannons roll across the deck
We don't fear their giants as we sail into the wreck
They shot eighty but we answered with five hundred more
(fire!) Eight blazing fireships breaking up their score
The wind is howling and the Spanish form is torn
We ride the storm and we are reborn
Philip sent a general who had no sea design
Netherlands got the message far too late in line
Three weeks of dry rations and the armada sank deep Underneath the
violent waves where the sailors sleep
They shot eighty but we answered with five hundred more
(fire!) Eight blazing fireships breaking up their score
The wind is howling and the Spanish form is torn
We ride the storm and we are reborn
Five hundred more!
(five hundred more!)