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The tide of ebb not being done, She set strong to the westward run, Which put us all in dread and fear, To see our ships, they would not wear, The wind and weather increased sore, And drove nine sail of ships on shore.
When we came to Northumberland Rock, The Lyon, Lynx, and Antelope, The Loyalty, and Eagle too, The Elizabeth made all to rue: She ran astern, and the line broke, And sunk the Hardwick at first stroke.
Now you shall hear the worst of all: The largest ship had the greatest fall; The great Coronation, and all her men, Were all drown'd except nineteen ; The master's mate, and eighteen more, Got in their long boat safe on shore.
As to our ships, we value not, Had it not fallen to our sailor's lot; The greatest loss is to their wives In losing of their husbands' lives ; And to Old England it may be more Than nine sail of ships on shore. |
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[NAVAL WARFARE OF 1692.] To the Tune of Aim not too high.
To God alone let us all glory give, By whose permission we poor mortals live, And tho' our enemies may swell with pride He soon can compass them on every side.
King William is the glorious instrument, Which by the providence of God was sent To save our drooping laws and liberty From French and Popish cruel tyranny. |
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