The Second Part of the Late and Terrible Fight on St. James’s Day, One Thousand 666
To the Tune of the First Part.
A Second Part I here indite
Of the English and Dutch bloody fight,
With a thump, thump, thump, thump, thump,
Thump, thump upon thump.
This only tells what was done since
The renowned Duke and famous Prince
Made the Seven-headed Beast to wince,
With a thump, etc.
As you the first so sing this too
To the French tune call’d Monsieur Ragou
With a thump, etc.
Or else because that this discourses
Of Beaufort’s and De Ruyter’s forces,
Call the tune the Dancing Hobby Horses,
With a thump, etc.
Sing not High English in Low Dutch,
Though now our foes are truly such,
With a thump, etc.
This must be sung, not said at all,
And they that sing must rise and fall;
In this ballad too the tune is all,
With a thump, etc.
The terrible fight on St. James’s Day
Ended with Ruyter’s running away,
With a thump, etc.
The first part did th’ officers prayse,
The Duke of York and King now saies
The sea-men too deserve some bays,
With a thump, etc.
For though the officers bear the bell
The private sea-men rang the Dutch knel,
With a thump, etc.
The Bores fought well, with brandy drunk;
But in two houres their courage sunk,
And then like beaten stock-fish stunk,
With a thump, etc.
Goliath-like look’d Houndsfoot and Skellum,
But Monk and’s fryers with sling and stones fell ’um,
With a thump, etc.
Ruyter swears that Trump came not to ’s aid;
Trump swears Ruyter ran like coward, afraid.
We had done both their works had they staid,
With a thump, etc.
While Trump and Ruyter sneake in th’ Welling
The brave English land at Uly and Schelling
With a thump, etc.
A thousand homes with eight score ships
We fired like so many chips,
And made the States to bite their lips,
With a thump, etc.
This was a most prodigious rap,
To loose five millions at a clap,
With a thump, etc.
We beg but one boon more, kinde Fates,
Their India fleet, and then, proud States,
Wee’l make you shit as small as rats,
With a thump, etc.
Old Rome neere did ought worth a doyt,
Compar’d with Holmes’s brave exploit,
With a thump, etc.
The tale of ten years’ war for Hellen
Homer had never thought worth telling
Had he but heard of Uly and Schelling,
With a thump, etc.
Twelve East-land ships did likewise fall in-
To the hands of stout Sir Thomas Allen,
With a thump, etc.
And now, in spite of Adelar
And Beaufort too, we’ve pitch and tarr
And ropes enough to end the warr
With a thump, etc.
Our victory hath but one flaw,
The unhappy loss of the Breda,
Without any thump, etc.
On the Dutch coast she ran aground,
And without men was strangely found:
They merit hanging if not drown’d,
With a thump, etc.
This vessel’s luck was never good;
In her five captains lost their blood,
With a thump, etc.
At her mishap we must not grutch;
’Twas Heaven’s will it should be such,
Because that the ship’s name was Dutch.
With a thump, etc.
Alas! alas! poor baffl’d Hans,
The Dane can’t ayd thee, nor dares France.
Thou, thou hast had thump upon thump,
Thump, thump upon thump.
The Monsieur’s fleet a mangy crew is.
Monk’s brave boys eat beef and brewis,
Cry, ‘A f—— for Denmark and King Lewis!’
With a thump, etc.
Bow then to Charles, distressed States,
After so many broken pates,
With a thump, thump still upon thump, etc.
Beg peace, or next your banks shall rue,
And we will give the Divel his due;
He shall take Monsieur, the sea drown you;
Then are ye both thumpt, and mumpt, and mumpt, etc.
Now, to conclude, I will take care,
As ballads use to end with prayer,
With a thump, etc.;
For ballads made of the old fashion
Should still conclude with supplication
For King and Queen, and the whole nation,
With a thump, etc.
God bless the Swede, he’s not our foe,
And Spain’s King too, though France say no;
They both wish the Dutch well thumpt, thumpt, etc.
Heaven send our fleet auspicious gales,
Our King and Queen a Prince of Wales,
And then let who will bite their nayles
When we all our foes have thumpt and mumpt, etc.