The Seamans Song of Dansekar the Duchman, his robberies done at Sea.
To the same tune,
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SIng we (Seamen) now and than
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Of Dansekar the Duchman,
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whose gallant mind hath won him great re-nown
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To live on land he counts it base
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But seeks to puochase greater grace,
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by Roving on the Ocean up and down.
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His heart is so aspiring
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That now his chief desiring,
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is for to win himself a worthy name
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The Land hath far too little ground,
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The Sea is of a larger bound,
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and of a greater dignity and same.
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Now many a worthy Gallant
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Of courage now most valiant,
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with him hath put their fortunes to the Sea,
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All the world about have heard
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Of Dansekar and English Ward.
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and of their proud adventures every day
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There is not a Kingdom
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In Turkey or in Christendom,
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but by these Pyrates have received loss
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Merchant men of every Land,
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Do daily in great danger stand
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and fear do much the Ocean main to cross.
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They make Children fatherlesss
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Wofull widows in distresse
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in shedding blood they took too much delight.
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Fathers they bereave of sons,
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Regareing neither cries nor moans,
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so much they joy to see a bloody fight.
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They count it gallant hearing
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To hear the Canons roaring,
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and Musket-shot to rattle in the sky.
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Their glories would be at the highest
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To fight against the foes of Christ
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and such as do our Christian faith deny,
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But their cursed Villanies,
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And their bloody Pyracies.
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are chiefly bent against our Christian friends
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Some Christians so delight in evils,
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That they become the sons of Divels
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and for the same have many shameful ends
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England suffers danger
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As well as any stranger,
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Nations are alike unto his company,
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Many English Merchant men,
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And of London now and then,
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have tasted of their vile extremity,
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Londons Elizabeth
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Of late these Rovers taken have,
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a ship well laden with rich Merchandise
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The nimble Pearl and Charity
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All ships of gallant bravery,
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all these are made a lawful prize,
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The Trojan of London
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With other ships many a one,
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hath stooped sail and yielded out of hand,
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These Pyrates they have shed their bloods,
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And the Turks have brought their goods,
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being all too weak their power to withstand,
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Of Hull and Bonaventer,
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Which was a great frequenter
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and passer of the Straits to Barbary.
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Both Ship and men late taken were,
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By Pyrates Ward and Dansekar,
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and brought by them into Captivity,
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English Ward and Dansekar
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Begin greatly now to jar,
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about dividing of their gotten goods
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Both Ships and Souldiers gather head
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Dacsekar from Ward is fled,
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so full of pride and malice are their bloods.
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Ward doth onely promise
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To keep about rich Tunis,
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and be Commander of those Turkish Seas
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But valiant Duchland Dansekar,
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Doth hover neer unto Argier,
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and there his threatning colours now displays
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These Pyrates thus divided
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By God is sure provided,
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in secret sort to work each others woe,
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Such wicked courses cannot stand,
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The Divel thus puts in his hand,
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and God will soon give them an overthrrw.
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