Neptune's Raging Fury.
OR, The Gallant Seamans Sufferings.
Being a Relation of their perils and dangers, and of the extraordinary hazzards they
undergo in their Noble adventures: Together with their Undaunted Valour and rare
Constancy in all their extremities, And the manner of their Rejoycing on shore, at
their return home.
To the Tune of, When the Stormy Winds do Blow.
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YOu Gentlemen of England,
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that lives at home at ease,
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Full little do you think upon
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the dangers of the Seas:
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Give ear unto the Marriners,
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and they will plainly show,
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The cares and the fears
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when the stormy winds do blow.
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All you that will be Sea-men,
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must bear a valiant heart,
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For when you come upon the Seas
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you must not think to start:
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Nor once to be faint-hearted,
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in Hail, rain or Snow,
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Nor to shrink, nor to shrink,
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when the stormy winds do blow.
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The bitter storms and tempests,
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poor Seamen must endure,
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Both day & night, with many a fright,
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we seldome rest secure;
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Our sleep it is disturbed,
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with visions strange to know,
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And with dreams on the streams,
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when the stormy winds do blow.
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In Claps of roaring thunder
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which darkness doth enforce,
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We often find our ships to stray,
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beyond our wonted course;
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Which causeth great distractions,
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and sinks our hearts fall low,
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Tis in vain to complain,
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when the stormy winds do blow.
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SOmetimes in Neptunes bosome,
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our ships is tost in waves,
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And every man expecting
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the Sea to be their graves:
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Then up a loft she mounteth,
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and down again so low:
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'Tis with waves O with waves,
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when the stormy winds do blow.
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Then down again we fall to prayer:
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with all our might and thought,
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When refuge all doth fail us,
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'tis that must bear us out,
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To God we call for succour,
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for he it is we know,
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That must aid us, and save us,
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when the stormy winds do blow.
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The Lawyer and the Userer,
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that sits in gown of Fur,
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In Closets warm can take no harm,
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abroad they need not stir,
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When Winter fierce with cold doth pierce,
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and beats with Hail and Snow,
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We are sure to endure,
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when the stormy winds do blow.
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We bring home costly merchandize,
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and Jewels of great price,
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To serve our English gallahtry,
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with many a rare device:
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To please the English gallatnry,
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our pains we freely show,
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For we toyl and we moile,
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when the stormy winds do blow.
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We sometimes sail to the Indies,
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to fetch home Spices rare,
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Sometimes gain to France and Spain,
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for wines beyond compare;
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Whilst gallants are carousing,
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in Taverns on a row,
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Then we sweep o're the deep,
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when the stormy winds do blow.
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When tempests are blown over,
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and greatest fears are past,
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I weather fair, and temperate air,
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we straight lye down to rest:
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But when the Billows tumble,
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and waves do furious grow,
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Then we rouse, up we rouse,
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when the stormy winds do blow:
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If Enemies oppose us,
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when England is at wars
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With any Foreign Nations,
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we fear not wounds and scars;
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Our roaring Guns shall teach'em
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our valour for to know,
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Whilst they reel in the Keel,
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when the stormy winds do blow.
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We are no cowardly shrinkers,
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but English-men true bred,
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We'l play our parts like valiant hearts
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and never flye for dread;
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We'l ply our business nimbly,
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where e're we come or go,
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With our mates to the Straights,
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when the stormy winds do blow.
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Then courage all brave Mariners,
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and never be dismaid,
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Whilst we have bold adventures
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we ne're shall want a trade;
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Our Merchants will imploy us,
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to fetch them wealth I know,
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Then be bold, work for Gold,
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when the stormy winds do blow.
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When we return in safety,
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with wages for our pains,
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The Tapster and the Vintner
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will help to share our gains,
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We'l call for Liquor roundly,
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and pay before we go,
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Then we'l roar on the shore,
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when the Stormy winds do blow.
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