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56 SONGS AND BALLADS
Then Butter-boxes mark your hitts, for all your wits are dull, Wee'le teach you better manners yet, than ever did old Noll: You then were basted pretty well, and forc't to cry and lower : And to weep, on the deep, when the cannons loud did roar.
We have tall ships, that's newly built, the best that e're did
sayl, We shall the Flemish vessels pelt, no doubt we shall prevail: Our oaken-boards will hold it out as well now as before ; Wee'le not flinch, not an inch, when the cannons loud do roar.
Then courage all brave English-men, and never be dismaid, But fight it out most gallantly, we shall be nobly paid : When we return with victory, with gold and silver store, Bells shall ring, whilst we sing, and the cannons loud shall roar.
SONG WRITTEN AT SEA.
To all you ladies now at land
We men at sea indite ; But first would have you understand
How hard it is to write ; The Muses now, and Neptune too, We must implore to write to you.
With a fa, la, la, la, la.
For though the Muses should prove kind,
And fill our empty brain, Yet if rough Neptune rouse the wind
To wave the azure main, Our paper, pen, and ink, and we, Roll up and down our ships at sea.
Then if we write not by each post,
Think not we are unkind, Nor yet conclude our ships are lost
By Dutchmen, or by wind; Our tears we'll send a speedier way, The tide shall waft them twice a day.