The English Seamans Resolution,
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The Loyall Subjects Undaunted Valour:
Plainly Demonstrating the Justness of his Cause,
Incouraging his Friends, to Daunt his Foes:
For King and Countrey, in the Seas hel Perish,
To tame the Rebells, and make England Flourish.
To the Tune of, I prethee Love turn to me. OR, When this Old Cap was New.
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I Am an undaunted Seaman,
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and for King Charles I will fight:
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Ile venture my Life and my Fortune
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to defend my Countries right:
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What Enemies ever oppose us
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my Valour with them I will try,
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And in the Dukes sight, Ime resoved to fight
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with a full resolution to Dye.
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My joyes lies on the Maine Ocean,
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and my Hammock supports my head,
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The Bottom shall be my portion
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wherein my Grave shall be made:
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Before the Butter-Box shall my Brother abuse,
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my Crimson Blood it shall flye,
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Then tack about Fleet, let Trump and us meet,
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for I came to the Seas to Dye.
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Now Jocky begins to be civil,
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and aloud for a King he doth cry:
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The Dutch are as false as the Devil,
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still working of Tretchery:
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With the sound of our Drums, and smoak of our Guns,
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we mean for to darken the Skie,
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For the Duke & his Fleet, once more will you meet
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with a full resolution to Dye.
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Slip not your Necks out of your Collars,
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but come on with a chearful heart:
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We mean to have some of your Dollars
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before that our Fleets do part:
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Then drink up your Brandy-wine cheerely,
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to Trump and his Company,
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For the Duke & his Fleet, once more will you meet
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with a full resolution to Dye.
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BRave General Monck will defeat you,
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and teach you good manners to know,
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You know that before he did beat you
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and made you to cringe full low:
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Hel make you all know to your sorrow,
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twere better Peccavi to cry,
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Then for to stand out, the tother odd bout,
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and in the Seas perish and Dye.
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Stout Smith that Noble Commander,
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of his Valour again you must taste:
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Hele shew you the English banner
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and send you away at a blast,
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As Opdam was served before you
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when into the Aire he did flie:
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Then you will repent, that ere you were bent
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upon the Main Ocean to Dye.
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Brave Holmes and Mimms they have vowed,
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for Charles our King they will stand,
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The Rebells they shall be subdued
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and quelld in the turn of a hand:
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For whilst that our Ships can sail Boyes,
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we scorn a Ships length for to flie:
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Pay your money with speed, for that we do need,
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or else come to the Seas to Dye.
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The Seas were never so graced,
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with so many brave Gallants before,
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Your Men of War shall be chased
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and beaten home to your own door:
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Wel block you up in your own Harbours,
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and your Cannon Bullets shall flye,
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For the Duke & his Fleet, once more will you meet
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with a full resolution to Dye.
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What must we still wait on your leasure,
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or is not your Money yet Coynd,
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We mean to have some of your treasure
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for no Children of us you shall find:
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We scorn for to wait on such Puppies,
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we have other Fish for to fry:
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Then hang up your states, your Masters & mates,
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that sent you to Seas for to Dye.
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Then leave of your Jeering and Mocking,
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and Murmure at home and Repine,
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Tis better then for to be Knocking
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upon the Salt Ocean Brine:
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Then cast up your Caps and be merry,
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brave English Boyes let them flye,
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And pray for King Charles and his Navy
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and let the Proud Hollanders Dye.
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