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THE PACIFICK FLEET: A NEW BALLAD.
Good people, give ear, I'll tell you a story, Will tickle your ears, if you wish Britain's glory; For in rhyme sure the like was ne'er yet laid before ye,
Which nobody can deny.
The Spaniards of late so haughty are grown, They pretend both our towns and our ships are their own, And the latter they take still, 'tis very well known,
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Hereupon we sent word they would find it the best To give over these pranks, for we liked not their jest, And they gravely replied they would weigh our request,
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But still they went on highly pleased with the joke, Our traders were taken, our merchants were broke, Resolved if they could our stern wrath to provoke,
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So our wrath was provoked, and our rage was so great, That a fleet was equipped, those proud Spaniards to beat, And we sent for Dutch help in a violent heat,
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So the Dutch came to help us with twelve men-of-war (For the Dutch like the Devil injustice abhor, And they knew that the Spaniards had not played us fair),
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So to Spithead they went, and at Spithead have lain. But design very soon to scower out the main, To retrieve us our honour and humble proud Spain,
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But when to this purpose the fleets are to weigh, I am sure yet no Briton will venture to say, But this I am sure, they will sail when they may,
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