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I was called by my lady.
England's glorious Queen.
Elizabeth said, "I need you
to fight that navy so mean."
I said, "Your Majesty, I shall
fight those Russians we hate."
She said, "I'm not Liz the Second.
This is 1588."

"And we hate Spanish Armada.
Let's get them caught in the rain.
They got sent out by King Philip.
They only have half a brain.
We'll fire on them 'til midnight
in the Channel, by the cape.
We'll be Spaniards' worst nightmare.
And they'll never escape."

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'Twas the order of my lady:
"Drive them all from the scene."
Because King Philip is shady.
Married Mary, her late sister, so mean.
Allied another Mary, cousin.
Scotland's throne, that she had.
She's now out of the picture.
But Spain's still acting so bad.

I'll fight the Spanish Armada.
I'll get them caught in the rain.
With Francis Drake as our admiral.
We might be drinking champagne.
We've got to fight them at tomorrow noon.
We'll leave their mouths all agape.
With our fireships blazing
they will never escape.

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So we sailed out with high hopes
and we ruled o'er the place.
We fired each one of our cannons.
The Spanish lost, a disgrace.
I went back up to my lady.
She said, "For this, I knight you.
Dub thee Sir Michael of Brunswick."
I said, "My Queen, yes, I knew..."

"We could beat Spanish Armada.
Could get them caught in the rain.
I guess that arrogant Philip
he was far-gone insane.
For his empire's struck midnight
and there'll be shrinking of its shape.
Now can I have me a land-grant?
Virginia will be my escape!"

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