Gallant Newes from the seas.
Being a Relation of certaine speeches made by Prince
Charles, the Duke of Yorke, the Lord Montrosse, Sea-men and
Land-men, with their Resolutions: Gathered together by a
Sea-man lately come from Sea, and framed into a Song by
him; whose name is Tom Smith.
To the tune of, The Fleat at Sea.
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ROuse up your spirits and make haste away,
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and cast away needlesse sorrow and care,
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There is such a Navy of Ships on the Sea,
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that hath not bin seene this thousand yeares:
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With tan ta ra ra ra, tan ta ra ra,
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Tan ta ra ra ra, tan ta ra ra.
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Wee Sea-men invite you to helpe in each thing
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you Land-men if ever you meane to be blest,
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From whom your joy and comfort doth spring,
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without whom your Land can never have rest,
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With tan ta ra ra ra, etc.
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With that bespake the Duke so bold,
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follow my councell every one,
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You shall want neither Silver nor Gold,
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in setting my Brother now on his throne:
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With tan ta ra ra ra, etc.
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Then good Prince Charles did send them word,
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that they should not too forward be,
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O I am unwilling to draw my Sword,
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I'd rather have them yeeld to me:
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With tan ta ra ra ra, etc.
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My Lord Montrosse, did answer and say,
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will you stand still and loose your right?
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They doe but laugh at your delay,
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but wee are resolved with them to fight:
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With tan ta ra ra ra, etc.
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Your Sea-mens hearts are valiant and true,
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they wish that right may now take place,
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They'l spend their dearest blood for you,
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so well they love your Royall Grace:
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With tan ta ra ra ra, tan ta ra ra,
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Tan ta ra ra ra ra, tan ta ra ra.
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The second Part, to the same Tune.
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WIth that bespake the Sea-men then
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with good Prince Charles wee'l live and dye,
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Wee'l shew ourselves right honest men,
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fight for our Prince and liberty:
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With tan ta ra ra ra, tan ta ra ra,
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Tan ta ra ra ra, tan ta ra ra.
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There's none of them all though they be bace,
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shall ever bring us to their Bow
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Wee'l stoope to none but to his Grace,
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to whom true honour now is due:
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With tan ta ra ra ra, etc.
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When the Land-souldiers heard these words,
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their joy of heart did much abound,
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Quoth they, while wee have strength & swords,
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wee will not yeeld an inch of ground:
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With tan ta ra ra ra, etc.
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[S]tand you fast brave Sea-men wee pray.
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and wee shall soone our Foes confound,
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Wee will not rest by night nor day,
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Untill we make Prince Charles renown'd:
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With tan ta ra ra ra, etc.
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And when wee bring him to his right,
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wee hope these Civill Warrs will cease.
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Wee shall have then no cause to fight,
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if God and they conclude a peace:
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With tan ta ra ra ra, etc.
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Here's a Health to all by Sea and Land,
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that doth the Royall Cause defend
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That bravely for Prince Charles will stand,
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to bring his troubles to an end:
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W[i]th tan ta ra ra ra, etc.
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God send's the rule wee had before,
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be the better for honest men,
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'Twill be the better for rich and poore,
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for wee shall have no fals-hood then:
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With tan ta ra ra ra, etc.
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God blesse the man that made this Song,
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for he hath honestly playd his part,
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'Tis pitty he should suffer wrong,
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who loves the Prince with all his heart:
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With tan ta ra ra ra, tan ta ra ra,
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Tan ta ra ra ra, tan ta ra ra.
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