[Naval Warfare of 1692.]
To the Tune of Aim not too high.
To God alone let us all glory give,
By whose permission we poor mortals live,
And tho’ our enemies may swell with pride
He soon can compass them on every side.
King William is the glorious instrument,
Which by the providence of God was sent
To save our drooping laws and liberty
From French and Popish cruel tyranny.
When in dark gloomy cells the plot was laid
This free-born land and nation to invade,
Bold Brittain sail’d forthwith her royal fleet,
Which did the daring enemy defeat.
Renowned Russell let them understand
That, for the honour of his native land,
Thro’ smoke and flame he could with courage go
To face proud Lewis, that insulting foe.
No fear nor favour could his actions sway,
Nor could he in the least be drawn away
From acting like a noble hero bold,
For all the promised gifts of cursed gold.
[The] valiant Ashby let them feel his rage,
While death he rid in triumph o’er the stage
Of the French navy on the ocean main,
And English boys did victory obtain.
The spirits of the French began to faint,
So that they pray’d to ev’ry Popish saint
To help them in a time of sad distress;
Yet they were burnt and beaten ne’ertheless.
Admiral Carter fought them through and through,
The like of him before they never knew;
His chain-shot did their ships in pieces tear,
As if great Jove with thunder had been there.
Brave Delavall met with the Rising Sun
Of France, who to the shore for shelter run
With many more, which in a stately flame
He soon did set, our glory to proclaim.
Sir Cloudsly Shovel, with a valiant heart,
In this most glorious conquest bore a part;
His roaring cannons sunk them in the main,
From whence they never can return again.
The force of France he ne’er was known to fear,
But, like a stout commander, vow’d to clear
The seas of French, or they should make his grave
And monument in a rough roaring wave.
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.
THE ROYAL TRIUMPH; OR, THE UNSPEAKABLE JOY OF THE THREE KINGDOMS FOR THE GLORIOUS VICTORY OVER THE FRENCH BY THE ENGLISH AND DUTCH FLEETS, TO THE JOY AND COMFORT OF ALL TRUE SUBJECTS.
Tune is, Let the soldiers rejoyce.
Valiant Protestant boys,
Here’s millions of joys
And triumph now bro... ught from the ocean;
For the French mighty fleet
Now is shatter’d and beat,
And destruction, destruction, boys, will be their portion.
Here’s the Jacobite crew—
Now believe me, ’tis true—
Invited the Fre... nch to this nation;
Who was crossing the seas,
With the Teague Rapparees,
True cut-throats, true cut-throats, upon my salvation.
But, alas! they did find
A true Protestant wind,
Which five weeks or lon... ger it lasted,
Till the most royal fleet,
And the Dutch both compleat,
They with thunder, with thunder this project soon blasted.
On the nineteenth of May
The French fleet made way,
To make of our cou... rage a tryal;
They suppos’d we’d ne’er fight,
But they were’nt in the right,
For we show’d them, we show’d them we were true and loyal.
Our admirals bold,
With their brave hearts of gold,
They fell on like bra... ve sons of thunder;
And their chain-shot let fly,
As the fleet they drew nigh,
Where they tore them, and rent them, and tore them asunder.
Our squadron, true blew,
Fought their way through and through;
At length in Lobs’ Po... und, boys, we got ’um,
Where we gave the proud French
Such a fiery drench
That we sent them, we sent them straight down to the bottom.
Such a slaughter we made,
While the loud cannons play’d,
Which laid the poor Mo... nsieurs a-bleeding;
Nay, their chief admiral
We did bitterly maul,
And have taught him, I hope, better breeding.
Our brave admiral
Being stout Dellaval,
Whose actions all m... en may admire;
For the French Rising Sun
Was not able to run,
Which with seven, with seven more ships did he fire.
Valiant Rook sail’d straightway
Where a French squadron lay
Close amongst the ro... cks then for shelter;
But we fell on galore,
And we fir’d twelve more;
Thus we fir’d and burn’d the French fleet helter-skelter.
Being sunk, took, and burn’d,
There’s not many return’d,
Was this not a wo... full disaster?
How they far’d on our coast
Let ’em sail home and boast
To old Lewis, old Lewis, their fistula-master.
When he hears how they sped
It will strike him near dead,
Losing what he lo... ng has been getting;
But we’ll have him to know
That we’ll still keep him low:
He shall never, shall never, boys, conquer Great Britain.