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NAVAL WARFARE OF 1691 113 |
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For there was a lady he left on land, To whom he had promised his heart and his hand, Though in her youth she was otherwise mann'd, Which nobody can deny.
And why plump Russell who need never beg, To move our compassion, goe venture a leg, And break the heart of the good Lady Peg, Which nobody can deny.
We had sea-collonells o' th' nature of otter, Which either might serve by land or by water, Tho' of what they have done we hear no great matter, Which nobody can deny.
In the month of May last they sailed on the main, And now in September are come back again, With the loss of some ships, but in battle none slain, Which nobody can deny. |
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ENGLAND'S GREAT LOSS BY A STORM OF WIND.
You gentlemen of England fair, Who live at home free from all care, Little do you think or know What we poor sailors undergo : We whine and toil upon the waves, We work like Turks or galley slaves.
'Twas on November the second day
When first our admiral bore away;
Intending for his native shore,
The wind at west-southwest did roar,
Attended by a dismal sky,
And the seas did run full mountains high.
The very first land that we did make, It chanc'd to be the old Ram's Head, Which made us all rejoice around To see our flag-stem in Plymouth Sound, Stretching well over for Fishes Nose, Thinking to fetch up in [H]amose. |
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