The Valiant hearted Sea-man;
Declaring a late Skirmish fought between our English Fleet and the Dutch.
Wherein the Dutch was worsted, two of the Dutch ships sunk, and two taken as
lawful Prize, with a very small loss on our English side.
The tune is, Lusty Stukely.
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BRave Gallants now of England
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Chear up your hearts, and firmly stand
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Against all people which oppose our King
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Let us fight with hearts lusty and stout,
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To keep all Foraign Nations out,
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Let Valour still the fame of England ring.
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The Hollander as I am told
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adventure new to be so bold
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As to oppose our Gracious King to fight.
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For truth it is I understand
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They have some English in their Land
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That right or wrong would do England a spite
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In Histories we all may read
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brave England nere was conquered,
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But in five hundred seventy years ago
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by William Duke of Normandy,
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yet Kent held out most valiantly
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And met that Duke so gallantly their foe.
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Brave England then be not dismayd,
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the Lord above will send you aide
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If hand in hand you all together joyn.
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tis not the Turk nor Spaniards pride
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not Butter box which Traitors guide
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Shall ever daunt this valiant heart of mine.
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THe Duke of York himself is pleasd
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Chief Admiral upon the Seas
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To venture life and limb for Englands right,
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therefore our Valiant Sea-men bold
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doth now while life and limb doth hold
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They will ingage the Hollanders to fight.
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there is not a Subject in this Land
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but willing is with helping hand
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To venture still for Englands Liberty.
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therefore prepare you Hollander
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which now is bent to civil War
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We do intend to make you fight or flye.
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in Fifty two, ful well you know
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England gave you an over-throw
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How dare you now for to Resist again?
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your Service then was not so hot,
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as now shal be our Cannon shot
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we wil make you yeild or sink into the Main
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a Gallant Fleet we have at Sea
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wel armd, and bravely mand they be
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And men of Courage, Valiant, bold and stout
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fear not in England but we shal
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give all our enemies the fall
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Ere long, of it you need not make a doubt.
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and now you Valiant Sea-men all
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chear up I hear the Bowson cal
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See where the Fleet of Enemies do lye.
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let Drums now beat, and Trumpets sound
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and Canoniers turn your Guns round
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Brave English hearts wil scorn a foot to fly.
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See where our Tygre Rides amain,
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the Dolphin and the Pellican,
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The Charls, the James, the Lion, and the Boar,
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with many a Gallant ship beside,
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hoping to cool the Dutch-mans pride
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See how they fly along the Holland shore.
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See Valiant hearts, we are for battle
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harke how the thundring Guns do rattle.
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The Lord above, I hope is on our side
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stand to it now brave hearts so stout
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see how the Dutch-men wheels about
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They cannot long this Service hot abide.
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me thinks I see a top-sail fal
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before our Noble General
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Some losse is sure within the Enemy.
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I hope ere long we all shal see
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brave England get the Victory,
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That we may live in Peace and Unity.
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two Dutch ships sunk as we hear say
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and two is carryed quite away
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The rest no longer would abide our shot
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our Guns so rattles in their ear
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I hope ere long we all shal hear
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They wil repent that they begun the plot.
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