The ENGLISH Courage
UNDAUNTED:
OR,
Advice to those Brave Valiant Blades now going to
TANGIER,
To Maintain the Old English Courage against the
MOORS.
They that the English Courage have,
Let them all march Tangier to save:
For Courage contemneth perils, at nothing is dismay'd
But Cowardize indeed, is at any thing afraid.
To a pleasant New Tune.
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O Stout! you Valiant English-men,
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that are now going to Tangier;
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Be sure with Courage bold you fight,
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and make the Moors to stand in fear.
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And tremble at our English Courage,
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which never fail'd on any ground;
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Nor was never known to any Battel,
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that an English man was a Coward found.
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Right Sons of Mars they ever prov'd,
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against French, Dutch, and Spaniard too;
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And many more which I could name,
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all which experience has found true.
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And do these sordid Devils think,
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for to do more then French or Dutch,
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But if they do, they are deceiv'd,
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for I am sure the English Courage is such,
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Not to be afraid of Swarthy men,
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but with their Swords confound them all,
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For I am sure they would not be dismay'd,
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if Pluto were their General.
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And we know your courage brave boys is such
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that the best of men you scorn to fear,
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There is nothing can dishearten you,
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no not the Devils of Tangier.
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Such were of Old, our English men,
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for Courage spoken well of all:
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For many a Victory have they won,
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and many a man have they made fall.
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Maintain their courage still, brave Boys,
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down with this black insulting foe,
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And make him bow and bend to all,
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that ever shall to Tangier go.
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Let not their fierce and ugly looks,
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deterr you from being English-men,
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But with Courage bold lift up your Sword,
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and fight as long as e're you can.
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And when you fall on them, brave Boys,
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do not forget Lord Rutterford,
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That Valiant man who fought with them,
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as long as he could hold his Sword.
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Revenge his Cause, brave Valiant Lads,
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do not forget those English-men,
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That suffer'd with him in that Treachery,
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when they'd caught 'em all in the midst of them
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Bang them about for't briskly, Lads,
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and make the swarthy Devils run,
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Then will they stoop and yeild to all,
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that ever shall to Tangier come.
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Pursue them close from place to place,
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and never let them be at rest,
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Whilst you make them come and creep to you,
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and for ever of them have got the best.
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Bring thousands of them to the ground
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and let them there a sprawling lye,
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No pitty on them ever take,
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but a pox upon 'um, let them dye.
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Fill up their Fields with them, brave boys,
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disable them for rising more,
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Then quietness you shall enjoy,
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when they lye sleeping in their gore.
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It will be a terror to them that lives,
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and make them ever stand in fear,
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Of English-men, that shall be sent,
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ever hereafter to Tangier.
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