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54 SONGS AND BALLADS
Sometimes when we are sailing our victuals they grow scarse,
Our wives at home bewailing and pittying of our case,
In thinking of the dangers poore seamen undergo.
For our King, still we sing, when the stormy winds do blow.
Yet we are still couragious with any foe to fight : If Turk or Jew ingage us we put them to the flight, And make them give us homage before we let them go: For our King, then we sing, when the stormy winds do blow.
We are the prop of trading, what kind so ere it be:
The originall of lading youre ships with treasury.
None goes beyond a sea-man in riches, gold, and store :
For he brings, wealth to kings, when the stormy winds do blow.
We have some sneezing pouder, the Dutch-man fain would have, 'Twill make him speak the louder, if Kings he will not have. And cause him to remember the phisick taking so : When shall we, merry be, when the stormy winds do blow.
Great King wee'l make you famous, youre glory shall out-shine Romulus and Remus, Godolph or Constantine. Wee'l bring you gold and treasure by sailing to and fro : And will fight, day and night, to preserve you from your foe.
ENGLAND'S VALOUR, AND HOLLANDS TERROUR.
Being an encouragement for seamen and souldiers to serve his Majesty in his wars against the Dutch, etc.
Dutchmen beware, we have a fleet, Will make you tremble when you see't, Mann'd with brave Englishmen of high renown, Who can and will your peacock plumes pull down ; Then cease your boasting, it will nought availe, You know its but your duty to strike sayle.
To the tune of The stormy winds do blow.
Brave loyal hearted English-men, attend whilst I declare, What noble preparations is made for the Hollands war; For certain such a bloody fight hath never been before, As is near, you shall hear, when the cannons loud do roar. ,