NEPTUNE's Raging FURY.
OR,
The Gallant Seaman's SUFFERINGS.
Being a Relation of their Perils and Dangers, and of the extraordina-
ry Hazards they undergo in their noble Adventures. Together
with their undaunted Valour, and rare Constancy in all their Ex-
tremities; and the manner of their rejoycing on Shore at their re-
turn Home.
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YOU Gentlemen of England,
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that live at home at ease,
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Full little do you think upon,
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the Dangers of the Seas:
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Give ear unto the Marriners,
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and they will plainly show,
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The Cares and Fears,
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when the stormy Winds do blow.
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All you thar will be Seamen,
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must bear a valiant Heart,
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For when you come upon the Seas,
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you must not think to start,
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Nor once to be faint-hearted,
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in Hail, Rain or Snow,
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Nor to think for to shrink,
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when stormy Winds do blow.
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The bitter Storms and Tempests,
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poor Seamen must endure,
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Both Day & Night with many Fright
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we seldom rest secure;
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Our Sleep it is disturbed,
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with Visions strange to know,
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And with Dreams on the Streams
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when stormy Winds do blow.
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In Claps of roaring Thunder,
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which Darkness doth enforce,
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We often find our Ship to stray,
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beyond our wonted Course;
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Which causeth great Distractions,
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and sinks our Hearts full low,
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'Tis in vain to complain,
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when stormy Winds do blow.
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Sometimes in Neptune's Bosom,
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our Ship is tost in Waves,
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And every Man expecting
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the Sea to be their Graves;
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Then up aloft she mounteth,
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and down again so low,
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'Tis with Waves, O with Waves,
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when stormy winds do blow.
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Then down again we fall to Prayer
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with all our might and thought
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When refuge all doth fail us,
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that must bear us out.
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To God we call for Succour,
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for he it is we know,
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That must aid us and save us,
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when the stormy Winds do blow.
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The Lawyer and the Userer,
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that sits in Gowns of Fur,
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In Closets warm can take no harm
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abroad they need not stir,
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When Winter fierce with Cold does pierce
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and beats with Hail and Snow,
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We are sure to endure,
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when stormy Winds do blow.
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We bring home costly Merchandise
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and Jewels of great Price,
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To serve our English Gentry,
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with many a rare Device;
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To please the English gallantry,
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our Pains we freely show,
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For we toil and we moile,
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when the stormy winds do blow.
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We sometimes sail to Indies,
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to fetch some Spices rare,
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Sometimes 'gain to France & Spain,
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for wines beyond compare;
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Whilst Gallants are Carousing,
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in Taverns warm we know,
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Then we sweep o're the deep,
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when stormy Winds do blow.
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When Tempests are blown over,
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and greatest Fears are past,
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By Weather fair and temp'rate Air,
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we straight lie down to rest;
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But when the Billows tumble,
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and Waves do furious grow,
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Then we rouse, up we rouse
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when the stormy winds do blow
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If Enemies oppose us,
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when England is at Wars,
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With any foreign Nations,
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we fear not wounds nor scars,
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Our roaring Guns shall teach 'em
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our Valour for to know,
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Whilst they reel in the Keel,
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when the stormy winds do blow.
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We are no cowardly Shrinkers,
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but true Englishmen bred,
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We'll play our parts like valient Hearts
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and never fly for dread
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We'll ply our Business nimbly,
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where'er we come or go,
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With our Mates to the Straights,
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when the stormy winds do blow
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Take courage all brave Marriners,
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and never be dismaid,
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Whilst we have bold adventures,
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we ne'er shall want a Trade;
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Our Merchants will imploy us,
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to fetch them Wealth I know,
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Then be bold work for Gold
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when the stormy Winds do blow.
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When we return in safety
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wi[t]h Wages for our Pains;
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The Tapster and the Vintner
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will help to share our gains;
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We'll call for Liquor roundly,
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and pay before we go;
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Then we'll Roar on the Shore
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when the stormy winds do blow.
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