A BROAD-SIDE
FOR THE
DUTCH,
With a Bounce, a bounce, bounce.
To the Tune of O hone, O hone: Or, The Great Boobie.
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TWas lately we met with the vapouring Dutch,
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And as we were wont, we gave them a Touch:
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But the English make nothing to smite them with such
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A Bounce, a bounce, bounce, a bounce, bounce.
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Bold Ossory bravely his Courage did shew,
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To make the Hollanders presently know
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The English do use but a word and a blow,
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With a Bounce, a bounce, bounce, etc.
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We had our Holmes! it was safeguard enough;
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And they had their Evertson, who though he's tough,
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He could not withstand a bold Britain in Buff,
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With a Bounce, a bounce, bounce, etc.
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Our Man of War and a Prophet made SPEED
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To teach the Hogen Mogens to bleed:
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For them he was formerly used to feed
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With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, etc.
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Now Amsterdam plainly may read it by rote,
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That each of their Ships doth seem but a Boat;
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And Hollands an Island is likely to float,
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With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, etc.
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Our Sails they were fill'd with the breath of the Winde,
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To punish their boldness; and yet they shall finde,
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Or I am no Prophet, The worst is behinde,
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With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, etc.
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Our Ships, and our Sea-men, are all heart of Oak;
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'Twill fright them to see how our Cannons shall smoke;
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Then what will they do, when they hear they have spoke
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With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, etc.
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Hoisting their Sails, then away they will creep,
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As knowing there's danger for Dutchmen to peep,
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Whilst some, to secure themselves, sink in the deep
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From a bounce, a bounce, bounce, etc.
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We'll trouble nor Holmes, nor Jordan, nor Spragge,
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To force them back again home to the Hague;
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Newcastle Colliers shall lower their Flag
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With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, etc.
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For though they live under-ground as the Moles,
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Our Centinels closely shall manage their holes:
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For we are a Nation that carry no Coles,
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Unless with a bounce, a bounce, bounce, etc.
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Their ground, like themselves, is both muddy and sandy,
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For those are the parts of a Dutch Jack-a-dandy:
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With Claret from France, we will conquer their Brandy
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With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, etc.
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But, as I'm a Christian, I would them exhort
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Never to trust to the Albion sport;
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Its Cannons and Lawyers both make a Report,
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With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, etc.
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They live in a Bog, as the people do tell;
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For sure the Low-Countries needs must be hell:
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And they may in time be taught to Rebel,
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With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, etc.
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But though they're like Spirits inhabiting there,
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Their Brandy no Charm is against a Despair:
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For we fight with them, and they fight the Air,
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With a pitiful Low-Country bounce, etc.
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They Figures can make, and then press them in Print;
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But we're for the Pictures that hang in their Mint:
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And if we don't catch them, the Devil is in't,
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With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, etc.
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Our Chattam shall cheat them if once they dare peep
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To view but our Land, or to fight with our Sheep:
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[A]nd what they can steal, they shall afterwards keep
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With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, etc.
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That War must be pleasant, when Sheep fight with Oxes:
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For our English Lambs can out-dare the Dutch Foxes:
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They'll bay at them first, and then Butter their Boxes,
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With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, etc.
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Though never so High and so Mighty in prates,
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Our Bullets shall make them The pitiful States;
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Great CHARLES and brave LEWIS can conquer the Fates,
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With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, etc.
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Their Rotterdam-policies cannot prevail
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Against the French Foot, and the fierce English Sail:
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For either's sufficient to make them to vail
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With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, etc.
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When we were but States as well as themselves,
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We sunk and we took them by Tens and by Twelves:
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For Cromwel could tumble the Lubberly Elves
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With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, etc.
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One Frigat of ours, the Great JAMES by name,
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Alone, can at least a score of them tame:
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For Royal YORK once more will scatter his Fame,
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With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, etc.
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And while they do flie from his powerful hand,
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'Gainst whom all their Magical Charms cannot stand;
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Stout Monmouth shall rout them as fast on the Land
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With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, etc.
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The Monsieur shall see that each English Boy
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Shall act like a Man, until they destroy
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All Rebels that will not cry Vive le Roy,
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With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, a bounce, bounce.
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