Neptunes raging Fury;
OR, THE
Gallant Seamans Sufferings.
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YE Gentlemen of England,
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That live at home at ease,
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Little do you think upon
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The dangers of the seas.
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Give ear unto the mariners,
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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 seamen,
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Must bear a valiant heart,
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For when you come upon ths 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, blow, or snow,
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Nor to think for 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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Day and night with many a fright,
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We seldom rest secure.
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Our sleep 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 do enforce,
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We often find our ship to stray,
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Beyond our wonted course,
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Which causes great distractions,
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And sinks our hearts full low;
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It is in vain to complain,
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When the stormy winds do blow.
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Sometimes in Neptunes bosom,
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Our ships are tossd with waves,
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And every man expecting
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The sea to be his grave,
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Then up aloft 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 him it is we know,
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Must aid us, and save us,
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When the stormy winds do blow.
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The lawyer and the usurer
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That sits in gowns 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 in cold do pierce,
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And bears 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 merchandise,
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And jewels of great price,
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To serve our English gallantry,
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With many a rare device.
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To please the English gallantry,
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Our pains we freely show,
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For we toil, and we moil,
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When the stormy winds do blow.
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We sometimes sail to the Indies,
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For to fetch home spices rare,
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Sometimes again 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, oer 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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And when tis fair and temprate air,
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We strait lie 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 rouze up, we rouze up,
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When the stormy winds do blow.
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If enemies oppose us,
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When Engladd is at wars
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With any foreign nation,
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We fear no wounds nor scars;
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Our roaring guns shall teach them,
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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 Englishmen true bred,
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We play our parts with bold hearts,
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And never fly for dread.
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Well ply our business nimbly,
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Whereer we come or go,
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And our mates to the streights,
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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 dismayd,
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Since we have bold adventurers,
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We never shall want trade.
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Our merchants will employ us,
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To fetch them wealth we 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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Then 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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Do help to share our gains.
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Well call for liquor roundly,
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And pay before we go;
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And well roar on the shore,
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When the stormy winds do blow.
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