On The Duke Of Medina Entering Cadiz

Another July Holy Week and we saw
All the usual gangs getting in the way,
Brothers-in-arms, so the soldiers say,
Scaring all, except the English in war.

There was such a teeming mass in town
In less than fourteen or fifteen days
The pygmies and the goliaths raised
All the buildings to the ground.

The hobbled calf bellowed his
Heart out, all was turmoil and affray,
Earth shook, the sky couldn't get darker,

And then, into half-starved Cadiz -
The unsuspecting Count gone away -
In triumph came the Grand Duke of Medina.