THE COURAGIOUS
SEAMENS
LOYAL HEALTH.
Or, an Answer to Dub, a dub, a dub, etc.
To the Tune of The Granadeers Loyal Health.
This may be Printed, R.P.
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SHall the Granadeer-Boys Proclaim
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Their Loyalty to the Royal Train,
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And we who belong to the Ocean Main,
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now forget our Loyalty?
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No, no, it never never shall be said,
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That we who uphold now the National Trade,
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Was ever yet, or will be afraid
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of the greatest Forces by Sea;
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Against all those that dare inhance,
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Our Courage we will soon advance,
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We never fear'd the Power of France,
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like Hero's we will Fight
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For Royal James, whom we adore,
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Our thundering Cannons they shall roar,
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We'll Chase them to the very Shore,
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that dare to oppose his right.
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ONce our Enemies bold extreams,
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Was Conquered by our Princely Royal James,
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He rouzed them up from their Drowsie Dreams,
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then with many a fair Broadside;
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Making a thundring noble noise,
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A Harmony for your Warlike Boys,
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Lifted them up with a thousand Joys,
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when we vanquished all their Pride.
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Our Enemies did then look pale,
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We through and through their Fleet did Sail,
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Our Bullets flew as thick as Hail,
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which proved their fatal bane:
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We gave them many a heavy stroak,
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And fill'd their Fleet with Flame and Smoak,
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Sure, sure they never will provoke
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him to anger now again.
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Now a Bowl of Punch, Boys, we'll make,
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To Drink for Royal James his sake,
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Who never feared to make them quake,
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that Dare to invade the Land;
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He was the Glory of all our Pride,
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In Battel upon the Main Ocean wide,
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With whom our Courage and Valour was try'd,
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and under his great command;
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Now since our Gracious Prince is Crown'd,
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Boys, let his Royal Health go round,
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With bended knees upon the Ground,
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and to all his Princely Train;
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Couragious Seamen bold and stout,
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We'll Drink his Royal Health about,
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And when the Liquor is all out,
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Boys, wash then and fill again.
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When our Captain he calls us, then
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We'll quit ourselves like most undaunted Men,
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Never, never is there one in ten,
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But what will express their joy.
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Let the Granadeers Guard at home,
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While we on the Marvel Main do rome,
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Where Neptune himself doth fret and fome,
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we value not the annoy:
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With more than ordinary Delight,
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We Plow the Ocean Day and Night,
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To bring home Bacchus here to Fight,
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he's worthy to be preferr'd:
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For why most Noble Hearts of Gold,
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He'll make them scorn to be controul'd,
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And when they are both faint and cold,
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he'll cheer them upon their Guard.
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