The Protestant Courage;
OR,
A brief account of some hundreds of Valliant Sea-men, who daily comes in to serve Their Majesties, against the
Forces of the French King.
Tune is, Lilli borlero. Licensed according to Order.
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SOund up the Trumpet, beat up the Drum,
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let not a Soul be subject to fear,
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Since the true pride of all Christendom,
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does against France in valour appear:
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The Couragious worthy Seamen,
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does from all parts to London advance,
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For Englands promotion, they'll fight on the Ocean,
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against all the strength and power of France.
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The last Engagement with the French Fleet,
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has so inrag d true English Boys,
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That they resolve to make them retreat
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with the loud Cannons thund'ring noise;
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Not a Soul among them daunted,
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but to the Seas they'll freely advance,
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On Board they do enter, and Lives they will venter,
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to pull down the pride and power of France.
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Pray wou'd it not the Kingdom provoke,
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if we shou'd to a Tyrant bow?
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But we will ne'er come under his Yoke,
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he must not think to Cope with us now;
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For his Arbitrary Power,
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never shall to great Brittain advance,
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Our valliant brave Seamen, will keep us all Freemen
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and pull down the pride and power of France.
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Did he not drive his Subjects of late,
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out of their native Country dear?
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Those that were rich did leave their Estate,
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naked and poor they came to us here:
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Should that Tyrant gain this Kingdom,
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the very same wou'd be our hard chance,
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His Fleet we will fire, or make them retire,
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and pull down the strength and power of France.
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Therefore brave Seamen valliantly go,
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for to preserve this Nation from thrall,
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Rather than never Conquer this Foe,
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they do resolve to fight one and all;
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From the brave Sea-port of Weymouth,
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sixty true souls did freely advance,
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They needed no pressing, for by Heavens blessing,
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they'll pull down the pride and power of France.
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Norfolk brave Lads shall not be forgot,
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Sea-men they are that never will flinch;
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With Cannons hot, and thund'ring shot,
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they do resolve to pepper the French:
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Six score came from thence to London,
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who in the Wars will hazzard their chance,
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Stout Lads brisk and airy, for William and Mary,
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they'll help for to check the power of France.
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Bristow that ancient City of fame,
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still will stand up our Rights to restore,
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Sailers from thence most valliantly came,
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now one hundred and fifty or more:
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Valliant s[e]a-men, sons of thunder,
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who in the Wars will venter their chance,
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For the preservation of their native nation,
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they'll fight against all the power of France.
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E'ry sea-port all over the Land,
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sea men comes in with joy and delight,
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Being resolv'd with Courage to stand,
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still to maintain the Protestants right;
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Since their Lives they freely venter,
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Englands Glory still to advance;
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May Heaven defend them, and blessings attend them,
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who fights against all the power of France.
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