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n6 SONGS AND BALLADS
The next was Rook, that brave, heroick soul, Who none alive could ever yet controul ; A dozen men-of-war of France he burn'd, Who e'er next day was all to ashes turn'd.
The French was follow'd to their very shore, Pursu'd with guns, which did like thunder roar : Such admirals before was never known; They scar'd old Lewis—nay, and shook his throne.
Nor were the valiant Dutch-men far behind: They on the ocean bear a noble mind; True sons of thunder, that will not retreat Until they see their foes destroyed and beat.
Tho' they had once been wounded on the main, Like soldiers, they resolved to bleed again, Or bring the proud insulting tyrant low, Who strives to seek all Europe's overthrow.
Those valiant souls let all good men commend ; Their lives they ventur'd freely to defend Religion, laws, and likewise liberty : 'Tis better dye than live in slavery.
But God above, I hope, will ever bless Our arms by sea and land with good success, That victories may constantly increase Till war is swallow'd in a glorious peace.
Now for King William let all subjects pray, That God would guard his person night and day ; From all false friends, and likewise open foes, Let angels guard him wheresoe'er he goes.