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62 SONGS AND BALLADS
Slip not your necks out of your collars, but come on with a
chearful heart: We mean to have some of your dollars before that our fleets do
part: Then drink up your brandy-wine cheerely, to Trump and his
company, For the Duke and his fleet, once more will you meet, with a full
resolution to dye.
Brave General Monck will defeat you, and teach you good
manners to know, You know that before he did beat you, and made you to cringe
full low: He'l make you all know to your sorrow, 'twere better Peccavi to
cry, Then for to stand out, the tother odd bout, and in the seas
perish and dye.
Stout Smith that noble Commander, of his valour again you must
taste: He'le shew you the English banner and send you away at a
blast, As Opdam was served before you, when into the aire he did flie : Then you will repent, that e're you were bent upon the main
ocean to dye.
Brave Holmes and Mimms they have vowed, for Charles our
King they will stand, The rebells they shall be subdued and quell'd in the turn of a
hand: For whilst that our ships can sail, boyes, we scorn a ship's length
for to flie: Pay your money with speed, for that we do need, or else come to
the seas to dye.
The seas were never so graced, with so many brave gallants
before, Your men of war shall be chased and beaten home to your own
door: We'l block you up in your own harbours, and our cannon bullets
shall flye, For the Duke and his fleet, once more will you meet with a full
resolution to dye. |
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