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SONGS AND BALLADS ; ii
The syrens sitt and sweetly sing, And hold it for a happy thing That now they shall enioy the King
Oth' mayne, And say it's a most Christian worke To curb the Pope and scourge the Turke, And ferret those that theeving lurke
Neer Spaine. 12
Our freinds are glad and mirth doe make, Our foes are sad, their hearts doe quake, Soe some doe laugh, and some doe shake
For woe, And I amongst the rest make sport, Singing to you in civill sort, And if you have not thank'd me for't
God blesse King Charles with length of daies, That doth deserve immortal praise, In this and many thousand waies
Our guide. God blesse the Queen and ship so tall, God blesse the great, God blesse the small, The blade that made this song and all
SAYLORS FOR MY MONEY.
A new Ditty composed in the praise of Saylors and Sea Affaires, briefly showing the nature of so worthy a calling, and effects of their industry.
To the Tune of The Jovial Cobbler.
Countrie men of England, who live at home'with ease, And little thinke what dangers are incident o' th' seas, Give eare unto the saylor who unto you will shew His case, his case: how ere the winde doth blow.