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No toils nor storms the Dutch endure, But snug at home they sleep secure, And judge it safe not to unmoor
While Duncan keeps his station. When our brave Admiral saw their plan, He said, ' We'll 'tice them if we can : Let it be known that we are gone To Yarmouth Roads to take on board Fresh wholesome stores our isles afford—
They'll credit the relation.'
Then we bore off for England's shore,
And moored in Yarmouth Roads once more.
Our anchors soon the deep explore;
We quickly were refitted. Our Admiral soon a signal 'spies : ' Prepare, my lads !' he loudly cries ; ' The proud Mynheer from the Texel steers ; Our anchors weigh—make no delay, We'll shew our cowardly enemy
'Tis in vain for to escape us.'
The, shore we clear'd, and off we steer'd, And soon in sight the Dutch appear'd; The signal rose, the sailors cheer'd,
And quickly rang'd for battle. All hands then \o their quarters run, Each tar with courage seiz'd his gun ; At twelve the bloody fight begun, At every fire our foes expire; We drubbed them to our heart's desire :
God prosper British sailors !
Dutch ships eleven with fire and rage Did fiercely three of ours engage, But we their fury did assuage
And made them to surrender: De Winter haul'd his colours down, And their vice-admiral soon did own That victory British tars must crown ; Of eleven more that struck, but four Escap'd to [tell their friends on shore
That all the rest were taken.