The PROTESTANT
Seaman's Resolution
To Fight for King WILLIAM.
OR,
The Total Destruction of Popery in this Reformed Land and Nation.
To the Tune of, The Souldier's Departure.
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COme brave noble hearted Sea-men,
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let us all with Courage stand,
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To maintain our Natives free men,
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in this Ancient Christian Land;
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That Rome never may enslave us,
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by their crafty Villany;
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We'll not do as they would have us,
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but will pull down Popery.
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This great Prince is come from Holland,
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to maintain the Nations right;
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We by Sea will bravely fall on,
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when there shall be need to fight;
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Cannons roar like Claps of Thunder,
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on the foaming Ocean Sea,
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For to keep the Romans under,
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and to pull down Popery.
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These two Fleets are joyn'd together,
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Brittains blessing to regain.
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Fearing neither Wind or Weather,
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Boys, we'll plow the Ocean main;
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For to drive the world before us,
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as our Enemies shall see,
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France shall soon our Rights restore us,
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for we'll pull down Popery.
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Let true vallian Souls assemble,
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scoring ever to retreat,
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Till we make all France to tremble,
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at our vast commanding Fleet;
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Boys, we'll keep them in subjection,
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for we vow to keep the Sea;
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King William will be our protection,
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while we pull down Popery.
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May the French King have no Trading
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to the Lands which we belong,
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But let's seize his Ships of Lading,
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to retaliate our wrong:
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Nay, and like[w]ise for his Merit,
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the Pope's Vassal may he be,
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Or else drown'd himself in Claret,
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while we pull down Popery.
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They have felt great Brittains power
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in the former ages past,
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And there's Seamen to this hour,
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that will fight while Life doth last,
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For their Native Land and Nation,
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On the stormy Ocean Sea;
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Now without all Disputation,
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we shall pull down Popery.
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I on board my Name will enter,
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and not stand the least to pause,
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Life and Fortune freely venter,
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to maintain the Christian Cause;
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What can be a greater Glory,
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than to fight for Liberty?
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Send our Foes to Purgatory,
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as we pull down Popery.
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Might I have the greatest treasure,
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which the Nation can afford,
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And enjoy both peace and pleasure,
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yet I'de freely go on board:
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This my Duty does require,
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for to fight for Liberty,
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Make our proudest Foes retire,
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likewise pull down Popery.
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To reward the hateful malice,
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of the Antichristian Slaves,
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Send them hence to Pluto's Pallace,
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make the foaming Seas their Graves
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Let them make their Invocation,
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to their old St. Anthony,
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While we purge and clear the Nation,
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from the Dregs of Popery.
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