England’s Valour, and Holland’s Terrour
Being an encouragement for seamen and souldiers to serve his Majesty in his wars against the Dutch, etc.
Dutchmen beware, we have a fleet,
Will make you tremble when you see’t,
Mann’d with brave Englishmen of high renown,
Who can and will your peacock plumes pull down;
Then cease your boasting, it will nought availe,
You know its but your duty to strike sayle.
To the tune of The stormy winds do blow.
Brave loyal hearted English-men, attend whilst I declare,
What noble preparations is made for the Hollands war;
For certain such a bloody fight hath never been before,
As is near, you shall hear, when the cannons loud do roar.
View but our Navy Royal, and you will find it plain,
The like thereof was never seen to sayle upon the maine:
The Duke of York High Admiral will daunt the Dutch-man sure
With his name and his fame, when the cannons loud do roar.
Our ships are bravely rigged, and mann’d with seamen stout,
Our souldiers good will spend their blood to bang their foes about:
They long to be a dealing blows, delay doth vex them sore,
With delight, they will fight, when the cannons loud do roar.
The care and good provision for seamen that is made,
Will make them fight for England’s right and never be afraid:
They’l find far richer plunder then e’re they did before:
Every day, in the fray, when the cannons loud do roar.
Hark how the Dutchmen bluster, they prate and domineer,
They stamp and sweat, they fume and fret, would make one laugh to hear:
Their merchant ships are taken for prizes, grives them sore:
But in vain, they complain, when the cannons loud do roar.
Although they be rebellious, yet we shall pull them down,
And teach them how they shall submit to England’s Royal Crown:
Wee’le thump their sides most soundly and beat them ore and ore,
In each fight, for our right, when the cannons loud do roar.
There will be noble knocking, when once the navy’s meet,
Then Holland’s States beware your pates, we shall you roughly greet:
Your treachery at Guiny stands yet upon the score:
You shall pay, at the day when the cannons loud do roar.
Then volontiers come in amain to fight against the foe,
For your reward, you shall have gaine, when to the wars you go;
The Hogan Mogan’s for us all, their riches keep in store:
Then be bold, fight for gold, when the cannons loud do roar.
Brave Allen our Rear Admiral, it was his hap to meet,
Near Cadiz on the Spanish coast, part of the Smyrna fleet:
Where some he took, and others sunk, the rest he battered sore,
Thus they lost, and were crost, when the cannons loud did roar.
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.