Englands Tryumph, and Hollands Downfall;
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The Second Royal VICTORY,
Obtained upon the Hollanders Fleet, in a Sea-Fight, by the King of Great
Brittains Royal Navy, under the Conduct of his Highness Prince Rupert, and his Grace, George Duke of
Albemarle; as it was Heroically Fought, and undoubtfully Disputed on the I, 2d, 3d, & 4th of June, 1666.
To the tune of, A Fig for France and Holland too, etc.
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STring up your hearts, & tune your throats,
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With merry and triumphant Notes;
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Send sorrow from your Souls away,
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You never had more cause for Joy:
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The Creeple may cast away his Crutch,
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And dance the Downfal of the Dutch
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Great Brittain now may take its ease,
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King Charles is Soveraign of the Seas.
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The First and Second day of June,
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Put Hollands Trumpets out of Tune;
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Prince Rupert and the Duke too boot,
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Have given the Dutch-men all the Rout:
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So bloudily they cut their Coats,
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And bruisd & bangd, & burnd their Boats,
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They nere will offer to displease,
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King Charles their Soveraign of the Seas.
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If Number would have won the Day,
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We were less Numerous then they;
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When Sixteen Zealand Ships came in,
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If odds would doot, they needs must win:
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For they were Ninety Six compleate,
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But who can save, whom Heaven will beat.
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When God his Mercy will express,
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Unto the Soveraign of the Seas.
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The Duke with Loyalty inragd,
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With (Fifty) Ninety Sir ingagd;
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But Thirty of the Dutch (to meet
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Prince Rupert) then did quit their Fleet,
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Thinking to seize the Prince by slight,
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Before their Forces could Unite:
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But no such shallow Plots as these,
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Can Cheat the Soveraign of the Seas.
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The Prince and the Duke did nobly joyn,
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Their Loyal Forces both combine;
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And on the foaming Billows curld,
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They bid Defiance to the world:
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The Dutch ingage with all their Powers,
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And scatter on us Shot like showers.
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But tis not such poor Powers as these,
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Can quell the Soveraign of the Seas.
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Almost as swiftly as desird,
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Fourteen of theirs were Took and Fird;
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But their Vice-Admiral did meet,
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Our Duke ith Front of all his Fleet:
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They were so near they might have clutcht,
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Almost shook hands, their Yard-Arms touchd.
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But Georges Broad-side did displease,
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The Foe toth Soveraign of the Seas.
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The second part, to the same tune.
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THe First was then so fierce and hot,
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His Hand was bruisd, his Breeches shot;
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Yet though they came so hotly on,
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As soon they vanishd and were gon:
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Forty or Fifty men of ours,
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Were killd & knockd down by their powers.
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Yet some of these (though with much pain)
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Appeard upon the Decks again.
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Prince Rupert like the God of War,
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Thorough their Fleet shot like a Star;
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Whose Influence like Lightning shone,
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And piercd the marrow through the bone:
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The Seas with bloud were much imbrud,
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The Dutch-men fled, our Men pursud.
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Till none were seen that could displease,
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King Charles the Soveraign of the Seas.
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So long as we had Powder, we
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Pursud the Dutch-men through the Sea;
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And their du Ruiter, he in whom,
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They builded all their hopes to come:
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Four of their greatest Ships were sunck,
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They cry, The Devils in the Monck.
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Never such men appeard like these,
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To Guard the Soveraign of the Seas.
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A gallant Ship of theirs was Fyrd,
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With Seventy six Guns double Tyrd;
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Our Henery, a Ship of Fame,
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From three Fire-Ships escapd the Flame:
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And was so strong beset, that then
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He lost at least One hundred men.
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We must indure such hurts as these,
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To guard the Soveraign of the Seas.
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By Sea, so black and red a Fight,
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No Time or Age ere brought to light;
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The Fire and Water did contend,
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Which should first bring them to their end:
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More valiant Men killd in three dayes,
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Then three and twenty years can raise.
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We cant avoid such brunts as these,
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To guard the Soveraign of the Seas.
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On Whitsonday the Duke did send,
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His Men for Cure, and Ships to mend
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Unto our English Coast, where care
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Is taken for their swift Repair:
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These Cards thus dealt, out of the Lump,
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The Royal Katherine turnd up Trump.
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A Sacrifice which doth appease,
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The Royal Soveraign of the Seas.
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To summe up all, tis thought they are,
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Unfit to raise another War;
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Tis much presumd, cause they did fail,
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When they had made out all their Sayl:
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These are some of those warlike Tricks,
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Becket Presagd in Sixty Six.
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[May al]wayes such Events as these,
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Secure the Soveraign of the Seas.
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