The Royal Victory,
Obtained (with the providence of Almighty God) against the
Dutch-Fleet, June the 2d. and 3d. 1665. a Fight as bloody (for the time and
number) as ever was performed upon the Narrow-Seas, giving a particular
accompt of Seventeen Men of Warr taken; Fourteen Sunk and Fird.
But forty that could escape of their whole Fleet, which at this time are
hotly persued by the Earl of Sandwich. Their Admiral Opdam slain by the
Duke of Yorkes own Frigat Van Trump Sunk by Capt. Holmes.
The number of their killd Men amounts to 10000.
To the Tune of, Packingtons pound.
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LEt England, and Jreland, and Scotland rejoyce,
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& render thanksgivings with heart & with voice
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That surley Fanatick that now will not sing,
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Is false to the Kingdom, and Foe to the King;
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For he that will grutch,
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Our Fortune is such.
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doth deal for the Devil, as well as the Dutch;
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For why should my nature, or conscien[ce] repine
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At taking of his life, that fain would have mine
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So high a Victory we could not command,
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Had it not been gaind by an Almighty hand,
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The great Lord of Battels did perfect this work
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For God & the King, and the good Duke of York,
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Whose Courage was such,
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Against the Low-Dutch,
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that vapourd & swagerd, like Lords in a hutch,
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But let the bold Hollanders burn sink or swim,
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They have honour enough to be beaten by him.
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Fire, aire, earth & water, it seemes were imployd
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To strive for the Conquest, which we have injoyd,
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No honour or profit, or safety can spring,
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To those that do fight against God & the King:
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The Battel was hot,
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And bloudily Fought,
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the Fire was like Rain, & like Hail was the Shot,
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For in this Ingagement ten thousand did bleed
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Of Flemmings, who now are the Low-Dutch indeed.
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In this cruel Conflict stout Opdam was slain
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By the great Duke of York, & lyes sunk in the Main
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Twas from the Dukes Frigat that he had his doome
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And by the Dukes valour he was overcome;
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It was his good Fate,
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To fall at that Rate,
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who sink under Princes, are buried in State.
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Since valour and courage in one grave must lye,
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It is a great honour, by great hands to dye.
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The second part, to the same tune.
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THat gallant bold fellow, the Son of Vantrump
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whose brains were beat out by the head of the Rump
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Ingageing with Holmes, a brave Captain of ours
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Retreated to Neptunes salt waterie bowers;
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His Fate was grown grim,
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He no longer could swim,
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but he that caught Fishes, now Fishes catch him;
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They eat up our Fish without Reason or Lawes,
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But now they are going to pay for the Sauce.
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To mock at mens misery is not my aime,
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It never can add to an English-mans fame;
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But I may rejoyce that the Battel is wonn;
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Because in the victory Gods will is done,
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Whose Justice appears
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In such great Affairs,
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who will for Amboina plague them & their Heirs
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For he that doth comber his conscience with gilt
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In shedding of blood, his own shall be spilt.
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In this cruel Contest (our fortune was such)
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We tooke seventeen Men of War from the Dutch.
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And likewise (as then the occasion requird
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& as God would have it) fourteen more were fird.
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At Amboina when
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They Torturd our Men.
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they lookd not to have the same paid them agen
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With fire & with water their Sinews they crackt
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In fire and in water they dyd for the Fact.
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According as our God of Battel commanded
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The best of their Vessels were Fird & Stranded,
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All ships, Men of War; for what power hath man
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To fight with that Army, where God leads the Van
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They Steere, and they Stem,
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But twas so extream,
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our men were neer dying, with killing of them;
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They lost (when the muskets & cannon so thunderd
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Twice so many thousand as we have lost hundrd
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Twould make a brave Englishmans heart leap to feet
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But forty ships made an escape of their Fleet
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Which our men persue with much courage & strenght
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Tis doubtless but we shall surprize them at lenght,
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If God be our guide,
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And stand by our side,
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we shall be befrinded with fair Wind & Tide;
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If Providence prosper us with a good Gale,
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The Dutch nor the Devil shall ever prevaile.
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Prince Rupert like lightning flew thorrough their Fleet
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Like flame mixt with powder, their Army did meet
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Ten thousand slain bodies the Ocean ore-spread,
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That in few hours distance were living & dead,
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Their Admirals all,
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Save one there did fall,
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and death had command like a chief General,
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Brave Smith in the Mary did shave out his way
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As Reapers do Wheat, or as Mowers do Hay.
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Stout Lawson, and Minn. there did both play their parts,
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who emptied their Guns in their Enemies hearts
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The burly fat Dutchmen being cut out in Slips,
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The Vessels did looke more like Shambles then Ships.
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God prosper the Fleet,
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And send they may meet
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Du Ruites, to make up the Conquest compleat.
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God bless all the Princes, and every thing
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That Fights for the Kingdom, & prayes for the King.
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