Rita Connolly - The Spanish Armada lyrics

The Spanish Armada Was blown off its course Far to the north west of Rockall Medina Sidonia He knew what would befall Those who closed with a lee shore Wounded in Calais And pounded at Gravelines Laid over in the Atlantic Raised upon mountains And sunken in valleys Spanish galleons run for shelter What say your pilots On their high and lofty castles Cast among uncharted soundings The sea bed rises Throws foam up to heaven And cables they break asunder There is no handhold In thundering water Nor any means of rescue Now Spanish gold Slips down through the fathoms So deep to lie forever And silk and treasure Roll in a sandstorm Into the shallows and bays of Mayo A drowned Spanish Army Invades unhappy Connaught And Fitzwilliam cries for reinforcements The English horsemen They ride in the distance And the Irish pick for the salvage I wish I had never Been a witness To such savage scenes amidst the spoils They cut down flowers That could have been planted And blossomed on less barren soil