Neptunes raging fury,
OR,
The Gallant Sea-mens Sufferings.
Being a Relation of their Perils and Dangers, and of the extraordinary
hazards they undergo in their Noble Adventures.
Together with their undaunted valour, and rare constancy, in all their extremities.
And the manner of their rejoycing on Shore at their return home.
To the Tune of, When the Stormy Windes doe blow. By J.P.
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YOu Gentle men of England
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That lives at home at ease,
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Full little doe you think upon
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The dangers of the Seas;
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Give ear unto the Marriners,
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And they will plainly show,
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The cares and the feares,
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When the stormy windes doe blow.
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All you that will be Sea-men,
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Must bear a valiant heart,
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For when you come upon the 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 Haile, Rain nor Snow;
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Nor to shriek, nor to shrink,
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When the stormy winds doe blow.
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The bitter storms and Tempests
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Poore Sea-men must endure,
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Both day & night, with many a fright
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We seldome rest secure:
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Our sleep it 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 doe blow.
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In Claps of roring thunder,
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Which darknesse doth enforce,
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We often finde our ships to stray
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Beyond our wonted course,
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Which causeth great distractions,
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And sincks our hearts full low;
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Tis in vain to complain
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When the stormy winds do blow.
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Sometimes in Neptunes bosome,
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Our ships is tost with waves;
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And every man expecting
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The Sea to be their Graves.
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Then up aloft the 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 doe blow.
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Then down we fall to prayers,
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With all our might and thought
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When refuge all doth faile 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 he it is we know
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That must aid us, and save us
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When stormy windes doe blow.
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The Second Part, to the same Tune.
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THe Lawyer and the Usurer,
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That sits in Gowns of Firr,
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In closets warm, can take no harm,
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Abroad they need not stirr,
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When winter fierce with cold doth pierce
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And beats with Haile and Snow,
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We are sure to endure,
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When the stormy windes doe blow.
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We bring home costly Merchandize
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And Jewels of great price,
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To serve our English Gallantrie,
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With many a rare device,
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To please the Noble Gentry
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Our pains we freely show,
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For we toyle, and we moyle,
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When the stormy windes doe blow.
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We sometimes saile to th Indies,
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to fetch home Spices rare:
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Sometimes again, to France & Spain
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For wines beyond compare,
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Whilest Gallants are carousing
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In Taverns on a row;
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Then we sweep ore the deep,
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When the stormy windes do blow.
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When Tempests are blown over
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And greatest fears are past;
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In weather faire, and temperate aire
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We straight lye down to rest;
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But when the Billows tumble,
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And waves doe furious grow:
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Then we rowse, up we rowse,
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When the stormy windes doe blow.
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If Enemies oppose us,
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When England is at Wars
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With any foreign Nations
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We fear not wounds and Scars:
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Our roring Guns shall teach them
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Our valour for to know,
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Whilest they reele, in the Keele,
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When the stormy winds doe blow.
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We are no Cowardly shrinkers,
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But English-men true bred
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Wele play our parts, like valiant hearts
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And never fly for dread:
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Wele ply our busines nimbly
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When ere we come or go,
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With our mates, to the straits,
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When the stormy winds doe blow.
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Then Courage all brave Marriners,
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And never be dismaid,
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Whilest we have bold Adventurers
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We nere shall want a trade:
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Our Merchants will imploy us,
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To fetch them wealth I know:
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Then to be bold, work for Gold,
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When the stormy winds doe blow.
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When we return in safety,
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With wages for our pains:
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The Tapster and the Vintener
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Will help to share our gains:Weele call for liquor roundly,
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And pay before we goe;
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Then wele rore, on the shore,
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When the stormy windes doe blow.
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