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SONGS AND BALLADS
He ne'er stood—'Shall I, shall I keep a loof?'— But fought as if his skin was cannon-proof; Then all that can be said to do you right, You'll keep a wind as long as he did fight.
THE SEA-MARTYRS; OR, THE SEAMEN'S SAD LAMENTATION FOR THEIR FAITHFUL SERVICE, BAD PAY, AND CRUEL USAGE;
Being a woful relation how some of them were unmercifully put to death for pressing for their pay, when their families were like to starve.
Thus our new Government does subjects serve, And leaves them this sad choice : to hang or starve.
To the Tune of Banstead Downs.
Good people, do but lend an ear, And a sad story you shall hear— A sadder you never heard— Of due desert and base reward,
Which will our English subjects fright
For our new Government to fight.
Our seamen are the onely men - That o'er the French did vict'ry gain ; They kept the foe from landing here, Which would have cost the Court full dear;
And when they for their pay did hope
They were rewarded with a rope.
The roaring canon they ne'er fear'd,
Their lives and bloud they never spar'd ;
Through fire and flame their courage flew,
No bullets could their hearts subdue. Had they in fight but flincht at all King James had now been in Whitehall.