Englands Valour, and
Hollands Terrour:
BEING
An encouragement for Seamen and Souldiers to serve his Majesty in his Wars
against the Dutch, etc.
Dutchmen beware, we have a Fleet,
Will make you tremble when you seet,
Mannd with brave Englishmen of high renown,
Who can and will your Peacocks Plumes pull down;
Then cease your boasting, it will nought availe,
You know its but your duty to strike sayle.
To the tune of, The stormy winds do blow.
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BRave Loyal Hearted English-men,
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attend whilst I declare,
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What noble preparations is
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made for the Hollands War:
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For certain such a Bloody Fight
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hath never been before,
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As is near, you shall hear,
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when the Cannons loud do roar.
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View but our Navy Royal,
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and you will find it plain,
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The like thereof was never seen
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to sayle upon the Maine:
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The Duke of York high Admiral,
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will daunt the Dutchman sore
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With his name, and his fame,
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when the Cannons loud do roar.
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Our Ships are bravely rigged,
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and mannd with Seamen stout,
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And Souldiers good will spend their blood
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to bang their Foes about:
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They long to be a dealing blows,
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delay doth vex them sore,
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With delight, they will fight,
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when the Cannons loud do roar.
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The care and good provision
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for Seamen that is made,
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Will make them fight for Englands right
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and never be afraid:
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Theyl find far richer plunder
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then ere they did before:
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Every day, in the fray,
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when the Cannons loud do roar.
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HArk how the Dutchmen bluster,
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they prate and Domineer,
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They stamp and sweat, they fume & fret,
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would make one laugh to hear:
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Their Merchants ships are taken
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for prizes, grives them sore:
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But in vain, they complain,
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when the Cannons loud do roar.
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Although they be Rebellious,
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yet we shall pull them down,
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And teach them how they shall submit
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to Englands Royal Crown:
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Weele thump their sides most soundly
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and beat them ore and ore,
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In each fight, for our right,
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when the Cannons loud do roar.
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There will be noble Knocking,
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when once the Navys meet,
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Then Hollands States beware your pates
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we shall you roughly greet:
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Your treachery at Guiny
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stands yet upon the score:
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You shall pay, at the day
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when the Cannons loud do roar.
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Then Volontiers come in amain
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to fight against the Foe,
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For your reward, you shall have gaine,
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when to the Wars you go;
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The Hogan Mogans for us all,
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their riches keep in store:
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Then be bold, fight for Gold,
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when the Cannons loud do roar.
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Brave Allen our Rear Admiral,
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it was his hap to meet,
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Near Cadiz, on the Spanish coast,
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part of their Smyrna Fleet:
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Where some he took, and others sunk,
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the rest he battered sore,
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Thus they lost, and were crost,
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when the Cannons loud did roar.
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Then Butter-boxes mark your hitts,
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for all your wits are dull,
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Weele teach you better manners yet,
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then ever did Old Noll:
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You then were basted pretty well,
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and forct to cry and lower:
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And to weep, on the deep,
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when the Cannons loud did roar.
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We have tall Ships, thats newly built
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the best that ere did sayl,
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We shall the Flemish Vessels pelt,
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no doubt we shall prevail:
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Our Oaken boards will hold it out
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as well now as before;
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Weele not flinch, not an inch,
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when the Cannons loud do roar.
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Then courage all brave English-men,
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and never be dismaid,
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But fight it out most gallantly,
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we shall be nobly paid:
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When we return with Victory,
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with Gold and Silver store,
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Bells shall Ring, whilst we Sing,
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and the Cannons loud shall roar.
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