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82 SONGS AND BALLADS
May all that's enemies to our King Be brought to such like banquetting. Now, Hogan Mogans, curse your fates, For now we shall make you distressed States. |
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A SONG ON THE DUKES LATE GLORIOUS SUCCESS OVER THE DUTCH.
One day, as I was sitting still
Upon the side of Dunwich Hill, And looking on the ocean,
By chance I saw De Ruyter's fleet
With Royal James's squadron meet;
In sooth it was a noble treat To see that brave commotion.
I cannot stay to name the names
Of all the ships that fought with James, Their number, or their tonnage;
But this I say : the noble host
Right gallantly did take its post,
And covered all the hollow coast From Walderswyck to Dunwich.
The French, who should have join'd the Duke,
Full far astern did lag and look, Although their hulls were lighter:
But nobly faced the Duke of York,
Tho' some may wink and some may talk,
Right stoutly did his vessel stalk To buffet with De Ruyter.
Well might you hear their guns, I guess,
From Sizewell Gap to Easton Ness, The show was rare and sightly :
They batter'd without let or stay,
Until the evening of that day,—
'Twas then the Dutchmen run away, The Duke had beat them tightly. |
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