The Valiant Seamans Congratulation
to his sacred Majesty King Charls the second.
With their wonderfull Heroicall Atchievements, and their Fidelity,
Loyalty, and Obedience.
To the Tune of Let us drink
and sing, and merrily troul the bowl. Or, The stormy
winds do blow. Or, Hey Ho, my Hony.
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GReat Charles, your English Sea-men
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upon our bended knee,
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Present our selves as Freemen,
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unto Your Majesty.
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Beseeching God to blesse you
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where-ever that you go,
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So we pray, night and day,
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when the stormy winds do blow.
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In darkest nights, or Shipwracks,
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alwayes we are on our guard:
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Of French or Turkish Pirats,
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we never were afraid.
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But cald stout English Sea-men
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where-ever that we go.
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For we make, them to quake
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when the stormy winds do blow.
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We are your Valiant Sea-men
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that brought you out of Spain:
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And will as war-like Free-men
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your Royall Cause maintain.
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If you will give Commission
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to wars with France weel go:
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Then shall we, merry be,
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when, etc.
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Twas we did sail you over
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to English ground agen:
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And landed you at Dover,
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with all your Noble men.
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For which we are renowned
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where-ever we do go?
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Honour will, tend us still,
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when, etc,
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And now we are a ranging
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upon the Ocean Seas,
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The Frenchmen they are changing
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and cannot be at ease,
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For we will make their top-sailes
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unto our Fleet shall bow:
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Then shall we, merry be,
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when the stormy winds do blow.
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The second Part to the same Tune.
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SOmetimes our tacklings breaking
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our Masts we cut in two:
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Our ships are often leaking,
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great straits were put unto.
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In great tempestuous weather,
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which few at home doth know
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Thus do we, live at Sea,
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when the stormy winds do blow.
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When some at home are feeding
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and cheering up themselves
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Then we at Sea are bleeding
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amongst the rocks and shelves
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Yet greater dangers ready,
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still we will undergo.
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For our King, and will sing
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when, etc.
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Sometimes when we are sailing
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our Victuals they grow scarse
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Our wives at home bewailing
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and pritying of our case.
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In thinking of the dangers
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poore Sea-men undergo.
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For our King, still we sing,
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when the, etc.
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Yet we are still couragious
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with any foe to fight:
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If Turk or Jew ingage us
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we put them to the flight.
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And make them give us homage
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before we let them go:
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For our King, then we sing
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when, etc.
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We are the prop of Trading,
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what kinde so ere it be:
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The originall of Lading
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your Ships with treasury.
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None goes beyond a Sea-man
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in riches, gold, and store:
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For he brings, wealth to Kings
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when, etc.
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We have some sneezing pouder,
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the Dutch-man fain would have,
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Twill make him speak the louder,
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if Kings he will not have.
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And cause him to remember
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the phisick taking so:
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Then shall we, merry be,
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when, etc.
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Great King weel make you famous,
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your glory shall out-shine
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Romulus and Remus,
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Godolph or Constantine.
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Weel bring you gold and treasure
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by sailing to fro:
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And will fight, day and night,
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to preserve you from your foe.
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