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By little and little they shrunk away, Their want of courage did them betray.
Then Butter-boxes all lament,
For now you are paid to your own content.
Five hours they fought couragiously,
Before the Dutch began to flie,
But then their fleet was severed quite,
Whilest we maintain'd a chasing fight,
For two dayes space we did pursue,
And pelted them till their sides look'd blew.
Then Butter-boxes all lament,
For now you are paid to your own content.
Sir Jeremy Smith did roughly greet,
The Admiral of the Zealand fleet,
With fire and ball he made them run,
Untill the victory he had won,
Most bravely he maintain'd the fight,
Till they divided were by night. ,
Then Butter-boxes all lament,
For now you are paid to your own content.
Brave Allen and Holmes fought like men,
And chas'd the Dutch with five to ten,
So sharply did they ply the fight
Till all the Dutch were routed quite,
The Flemmings they found such boisterous play,
That they in plain terms ran away.
Then Butter-boxes all lament.
For now you are paid to your own content.
Eight ships of theirs we sunk and fired, Which for to save they much desired, And kill'd great numbers of their men, Where we lost one still they lost ten, We lost a stately ship and tall The Resolution we did call.
Then Butter-boxes all lament,
For now you are paid to your own content.
Our Generals (blest be God) are well, And all our fleet as we hear tell, Lies daring on the Holland coast, The Dutch have now no cause to boast, |
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