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The Song Book
Then if we write not by each post,
Think not we are unkind, Nor yet conclude your ships are lost,
By Dutchmen or by wind : Our tears we'll send a speedier way, The tide shall bring them twice a-day. With a fa, #c.
The king, with wonder and surprise, Will swear the seas grow bold,
Because the tides will higher rise, Than e'er they us'd of old :
But let him know it is our tears
Bring floods of grief to Whitehall stairs. With a fa, &c.
Could foggy Opdam chance to know
Our sad and dismal story, The Dutch would scorn so weak a foe,
And put their fort at Goree ; For what resistance can they find From men who've left their hearts behind ! With a fa, &c.
Let wind and weather do its worst,
Be you to us but kind; Let Dutchmen vapour, Spaniards curse,
No sorrow we shall find. 'Tis then no matter how things go, Or who's our friend, or who's our foe. With a fa, &c.
To pass our tedious hours away,
We throw a merry main ; Or else at serious ombre play;
But why should we in vain Each other's ruin thus pursue ? We were undone when we left you. With a fa, &c.