The Royal Victory,
Obtained (with the providence of Almighty God) against the
Dutch-Fleet, June the 2d. and 3d. 1665. a Fight as bloody (for the time and
number) as ever was performed upon the Narrow-Seas, giving a particular Account of 17 Men of
Warr taken, 14 Sunk and Fird: But 40. that could escape of their whole Fleet, which at this
time are hotly persued by the Earl of Sandwitch. Their Admiral Opdam slain by the Duke of Yorkes
own Frigat. Van Trump Sunk by Captain Holmes, with the gallant deportment of Prince Rupert,
Capt. Minns and Capt Smith. All the Seven Dutch Admiralls (but John Evertson) killed. On
our side, onely one single Ship (the Charity) lost; Sir John Lawson received a slight hurt in the knee,
the Lord Marlborough, the Lord of Portland, the Lord of Falmouth, the Lord of Muskerry, Mr.
Boyle (the Earl of Corks Son) Captain Athelton of the Cuiny, Captain Kirby of the Breda, and Rear
Admiral Sanson were slain, and about 383 Seamen and Souldiers. The number of the Dutch that
were killd amounts to 10000. and 2200 Prisoners which we have taken.
To the Tune of, Packingtons pound.
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LEt England, and Ireland, and Scotland rejoyce,
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& render thanksgivings with heart & with voice
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That surley Fanatick that now will not sing,
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As false to the Kingdom, and Foe to the King;
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For he that will grutch,
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Our Fortune is such,
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doth deal for the Devil, as well as the Dutch;
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For why should my nature, or conscience repine
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At taking of his life, that fain would have mine
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So high a Victory we could not command,
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Had it not been gaind by an Almighty hand,
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The great Lord of Battels did perfect this work
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For God & the King, and the good Duke of York,
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Whose Courage was such,
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Against the Low-Dutch,
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that vapourd & swagerd, like Lords in a hutch,
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But let the bold Hollanders burn sink or swim,
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They have honour enough to be beaten by him.
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Fire, aire, earth & water, it seemes were imployd
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To strive for the Conquest, which we have injoyd,
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No honour or profit, or safety can spring,
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To those that do fight against God & the King:
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The Battel was hot,
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And bloudily Fought,
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the Fire was like Rain, & like Hail was the Shot,
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For in this Ingagement ten thousand did bleed
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Of Flemmings, who now are the Low-Dutch indeed.
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In this cruel Conflict stout Opdam was slain
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By the great Duke of York, & lyes sunk in the Main
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Twas from the Dukes Frigat that he had his doome
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And by the Dukes valour he was overcome;
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It was his good Fate,
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To fall at that Rate,
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who sink under Princes, are buried in State.
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Since valour and courage in one grave must lye,
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It is a great honour, by great hands to dye.
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The second part, to the same Tune.
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THat daring bold fellow, the Son of Vantrump,
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whose brains were beat out by the head of the Rump
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Ingageing with brave Captain Holmes, hand to hand,
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His Ship sunk to th bottom, yet he got to Land,
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His Fate looked grim,
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Twas well he could swim,
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else he that caught Fishes, the Fish had caught him,
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They eat up our Fish without Reason or Lawes,
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But now they are going to pay for the Sauce.
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To mock at mens misery is not my aime,
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It never can add to an English-mans fame;
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But I may rejoyce that the Battel is wonn,
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Because in the victory Gods will is done,
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Whose Justice appears
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In such great Affairs,
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who will for Amboina plague them & their Heirs
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For he that doth comber his conscience with gilt
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In shedding of blood, his own shall be spilt.
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In this cruel Contest (our fortune was such)
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We tooke seventeen Men of War from the Dutch.
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And likewise (as then the occasion requird
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& as God would have it) fourteen more were fird.
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At Amboina when
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They Torturd our Men,
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they lookd not to have the same paid them agen
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With fire & with water their Sinews they crackt
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In fire and in water they dyd for the Fact.
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According as our God of Battel commanded
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The best of their Vessels were Fird & Stranded,
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All ships, Men of War; for what power hath man
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To fight with that Army, where God leads the Van
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They Steere, and they Stem,
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But twas so extream,
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our men were neer dying, with killing of them;
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They lost (when the muskets & cannon so thunderd
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Twice so many thousand as we have lost hundrd
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Twould make a brave Englishmans heart leap to seet
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But forty ships made an escape of their Fleet
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Which our men persue with much courage & strength
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Tis doubtless but we shall surprize them at length,
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If God be our guide,
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And stand by our side,
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we shall be befrinded with fair Wind & Tide;
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If Providence prosper us with a good Gale,
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The Dutch nor the Devil shall ever prevaile.
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Prince Rupert like lightning flew thorrough their Fleet
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Like flame mixt with powder, their Army did meet
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Ten thousand slain bodies the Ocean ore-spread,
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That in few hours distance were living & dead,
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Their Admirals all,
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Save one there did fall,
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and death had command like a chief General,
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Brave Smith in the Mary did shave out his way
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As Reapers do Wheat, or as Mowers cut Hay.
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Stout Lawson, and Minn, there did both play their parts,
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who emptied their Guns in their Enemies hearts
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The burly fat Dutchmen being cut out in Slips,
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The Vessels did looke more like Shambles then Ships.
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God prosper the Fleet,
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And send they may meet
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Du Ruiter, to make up the Conquest compleat.
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God bless all the Princes, and every thing
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That Fights for the Kingdom, & prayes for the King.
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A List of the Names of the Dutch Ships which were taken, fired and
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sunk, by his Majesties Fleet, under his Highness the Duke of Yorke, June the 3.
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Ships taken.
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The Helderston, taken by the Bristol, Guns 60.
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The Mars, taken by the Assurance, Guns 50.
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The Clove-tree taken by the Colchester, Guns 62.
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Charles the 5th. taken by the Plymoutht Guns 45.
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The Delft, taken by the Breda & Leopard. Guns 40.
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The Young Prince, taken by the Martin, Guns 36.
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The Zeland, taken by the Centurrion, Guns 36.
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The Black Bull, by the Anne & Ruby, Guns 56.
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The Ruiter, taken by the Dolphin, Guns 18.
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Divers more takeh since, whose names we have
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not yet. A thousand Manacles found aboard one of
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their Ships, which they had provided to Hand-cuff
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the English. O! Rogues in grain.
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Ships burnt and sunk.
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Opdams Ship blown up, Guns 84.
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The Merceven, Guns 78.
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The Steden, burnt, Guns 40.
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The Tergoes, burnt by the Dolphin, Guns 34.
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The Orange tree, burnt, Guns 76.
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Capt. Cuypers Ship sunk, Guns 30.
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One sunk by the Advice. Guns 46.
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One Fire-Ship, blown up the night before the Fight.
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Another the night after.
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Another great Fire-Ship sunk, going off.
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Others sunk and run aground.
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Not above 30. of our Ships that did Ingage in the
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heat of the Battel, wherein we lost 1 Ship, 383 men.
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