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Merry New BALLAD,
On the Great Victory over the French Fleet,
MAY the 19th. 1692.
To as Merry a New Tune, -----Hey! for the Honour of Old England.
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I Sing ye a Ballad, as round me ye stand,
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Which is for the Honour of Old England :
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Old England, Old England ;
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Which is for the Honour of Old England .
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In the Month of May , the Year Ninety two ,
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The English-man did his Old Valour show.
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Old England, Old England, etc.
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We sent out our Scouts the Foe to descry,
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When Cape de Hague we were sailing by.
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Old England , etc.
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This was a good Omen, we now understand,
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And Lewis hates Hague , by Sea as by Land.
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Old England , etc.
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But in our Channel the Battel was fought,
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And so the French Fleet in a Net was caught,
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Net was caught, Net was caught ;
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And so the French Fleet in a Net was caught.
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Yet Monsieur expecting that all was his own,
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On Ambrall Russell did boldly bear down.
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Old England , etc.
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He gave a [Broad ]Side , which was kindly took,
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And then the Britannia in Thunder spoke,
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Thunder spoke, Thunder spoke,
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And then the Britannia in Thunder spoke.
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Till in Musquet shot, she fires no Gun;
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In Complement then salutes the French Sun .
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Old England , etc.
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And warms her Sides so, that for all her Might,
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She fairly Tows off, and bids us Good night.
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Old England , etc.
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Thus have we been taught in a Tale or Old Song ,
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French Fury was never known to last long.
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Old England , etc.
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When Tourville had given the Signal to flye,
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His Squadrons, as ready, do Westward, ho! ply.
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Old England, etc.
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Some of his Lame Geese not able to bear
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Their Heads above Water, to th' Bottom they steer.
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Old England, etc.
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The rest we pursue in their stragling Flight,
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And Chase the Poltrons most part of the Night.
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Old England, Old England ,
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And hey! for the Honour of Old England.
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The Second Part to the Same Tune.
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NExt Morning was foggy; but when it grew clear,
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The Chace was renew'd, and so was their Fear.
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Old England , etc.
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We made all our Sail, and gave 'em no rest,
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From Point to Point drove 'em, from West to East .
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Old England, etc.
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Those Coursers so Brisk at the Starting-Place ,
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Run heavily now through Alderney Race .
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Old England , etc.
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Into Cherburgh Bay Three Tall Ones did run,
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Where a Northern Blaze burns up the South Sun .
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'Twas Heath did this Feat; and Greenway another,
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For the Conquerant fell, in Flames, and in Smother.
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And Fowlis was Daring, though he miss'd his Prey;
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He flew at the Sun , but stoopt by the way.
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Old England , etc.
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But now we are making for Bay le Hogue ,
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Where on Land, they say, are many a Brogue .
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Old England , etc.
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These Doughty Wights, those true Irish Teagues,
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Won't let us come near 'em by several Leagues.
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Old England , etc.
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Such Gallant Alliance the French much imports,
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They'll save their Friends Ships, as they did their own Forts.
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Old England , etc.
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But Manning our Boats, those Wise Ones we cozen,
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And burn in this Bay Thirteen to the Dozen .
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This Action's far greater, than that of Lepanto ,
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And merits alone a whole Noble Canto .
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Old England , etc.
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For like the Old Britains , our Men did Assail 'em,
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In Open Boats, and Naked, we Quail 'em.
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Old England , etc.
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We storm'd their Fore-Castles, their Decks we did Scale,
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And with their own Canon, we made 'um turn tale.
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Old England , etc.
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Earl Danby Commanded the Headmost Boat,
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Which was in a moment from under him shot.
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Old England , etc.
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Then a Musquet Ball does graze on his Shin,
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But still he goes on, more Honour to Win.
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Old England , etc.
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Not a Captain was here, but toss'd up his Brands;
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The Seamen were Furies, with Flames in their hands.
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Old England , etc.
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What Bonfires we made on our Norman Coast!
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Where William the Conqueror Rules the Roast:
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Rules the Roast, Rules the Roast ;
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Where William the Conqueror Rules the Roast.
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The Third Part to the Same.
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BUT now in all Pomps, where Great Men appear,
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The Post of Honour is still in the Reer.
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Old England , etc.
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Brave Russell can never enough be prais'd,
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Such Trophies are owing as never were rais d.
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To his Courage, and Conduct, Great Honours are due
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To all of the Flag; the Red, White and Blew.
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To Delaval, Almonde, Shovell, Ashby. Rook,
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Whose Names are all writ in Fame's Lasting Book.
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To Carter, the Bold! who never can die;
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He only i'th' Bed of Honour does lie.
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His Story is Great, for he comes not an Ace
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Behind Withrington in Old Chivy Chace .
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Old England , etc.
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Nay, he is before him, for he fought on his Stumps,
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With joy in his Face, and not Doleful Dumps.
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Old England , etc.
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Stout Hastings shall live; shall ever be famed,
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With all our Commanders , too long to be named.
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Old England , etc.
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What need we say more, there is no occasion,
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This French does excell in the Spanish Invasion :
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The Downfall of Lewis le Grand is reckon'd
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So far above that of Philip the Second .
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'Twas in Eighty Eight Queen Bess swept the Main;
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In Ninety Two Queen Mary the same.
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Now all English Lads not enter'd their Teens,
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Shall chant forth the Praise of Those Protestant Queens,
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Protestant Queens! Protestant Queens!
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Shall chant out the Praise of those Protestant Queens .
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Our London Merchants will now live at ease,
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May Trade without Convoys all over the Seas.
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Old England , etc.
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The New-Castle Men may bring in their Coals;
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And never must Petres say Mass in Pauls .
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Mass in Pauls! Mass in Pauls!
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And never must Petres say Mass in Pauls.
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