A New BALLAD on the Great Victory at SEA,
Obtained over the French by Admiral RUSSEL, May 1692.
To the Tune of, Hey Boys, Up go We.
Licensed and Entred according to Order.
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YOU Dukes, and Lords, and English Knights,
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And Commons of the Nation,
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That love our Ancient Laws and Rights,
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And Englands Preservation.
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Admire and praise our Admiral,
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Who late in Fight at Sea
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Did more than ere was done before
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To fix our Liberty.
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Tho' envy'd by his Foes he was,
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Who then did know no better,
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He now has plainly clear'd the Cause
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To Lord Nottingham by's Letter.
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He silenc'd Torvil in an hour,
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Who Signal gave to run;
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The Dogs tow'd off, durst Fight no more,
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Or after fire a Gun.
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Great Russel came, and saw, and fought,
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No fear did him surprize;
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His Country's good was all his thought,
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French Power he did despise.
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No Bribes or Favour him could bring
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To th' French, or Jamess Cause;
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Let all who favour either, swing,
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By Justice of our Laws.
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The Royal Sun did proudly ride
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Upon the Brittish Sea,
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They thought that every Wind and Tide
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To him should subject be:
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But when brave Russel did Engage
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The huffing Monsieur's Sun,
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Our English Seamen by their Rage
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Made th' sneaking Raskals run.
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Let the Russels Name sound every where,
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Immortal be their Fames;
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'Twas Russel brought to the Lords Bar
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The Bill t'exclude King James:
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'Tis Russel by his Valiant care
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Reveng'd his Cousin's Blood;
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King James too at the Fight did stare,
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With Teagues that by him stood.
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To Hastings and to Carters Fame
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Great Praises sure are due,
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They lost in this Illustrious Game
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What's dear to me, and you.
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If Hero's then in Battle slain
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Were most renown'd of old,
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Why should not these in Williams Reign,
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Who were as brave and bold?
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Our Conquering Ships to their own Coast
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Like Lightning did pursue 'um,
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While Jemmy pale as any Ghost,
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Stood on the Shoar to view 'um.
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Our Fire-Ships then on them laid hold,
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And made a Noble Bonfire,
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While Monsieurs jabber'd, Dear Joys howl'd
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To view their First Rates on fire.
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Our Seamen with true Courage fir'd,
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Were loath thus to give o're,
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But having clear'd the Sea, desir'd
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To swinge the Rogues on Shoar.
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Enough, brave Boys, as you have stood
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To Englands Interest true;
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'Tis Englands turn (and Reason good)
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To take fit care of you.
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Two Years ago the Dutch fought well,
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(Herbert was by and saw't;)
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This Year the English bore the Bell,
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their turn, and they fought:
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No difference therefore can there be
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Dutch and English Nation,
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They'r One by Land, and One by Sea;
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Both fight well in their Station.
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Let all our Merchants now rejoyce,
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Their Riches will increase;
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England and Holland with one voice
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Do now Command the Seas.
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With Pleasure we'l enjoy our own,
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Our Traders all shall smile,
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For Russels Courage has left none
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That can disturb our Isle.
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The Man that thought himself a God,
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Has lost his Naval Powers;
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They'r now eternally destroy'd,
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And all the Seas are ours.
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Ye French expect to rise no more,
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The English Tarrs surround ye;
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No Fleet, nor Cockboat on our Shoar,
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The Powers above confound ye.
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Ye Jacobites go hang your selves,
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And ev'ry Jemmy Tory,
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You strive in vain like senseless Elves
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T' Eclipse Old Englands Glory.
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But let King WILLIAM still be blest,
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And MARY Reign in Peace,
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And that these Islands may have rest
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Our Prayers shall never cease.
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