EBBA 36585
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The Dutchmans acknow-
ledgement of his Errors.
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A Dutch Ballad translated into English.
Setting forth the base and false reports that they are subject to believe. With a description of the
shame that they cry on that State for bringing on them so many troubles.
To the Tune of, Packingtons Pound.
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WHat Sots & Madmen we Dutchmen now be
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To vapor and domineer thus on the Sea,
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The English born we have offended so sore
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From kicking and beating us will not give ore,
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We'r beat back and side
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To aswage our Pride
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And nothing will favor us Wind nor yet Tide.
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Then let's hang up our States our Masters & mates
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And make their ambition look thorow Iron grates.
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Such great heavy burdens of Taxes we have
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Not one single Stiver in our Pockets we save,
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We suffer yet dayly by Sea and by Land
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& by boasting & cracking we're meerly trappand:
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They tell us the Foe
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Be conquered so
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That they chase all their Ships on the Seas too & fro
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Then let's hang, etc.
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The Second Part to the same tune
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IN every Engagement which has bin all along
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we have ruin'd the English still has bin the song
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Bells Ringing & Bon-fires we have had store
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For joy that the English dare fight us no more,
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But we find they be lyes
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The Commonalty cryes
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We'l be feasted no more with stories that flyes.
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Then let's hang up our States our Masters & mates
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And make their ambition look thorow Iron grates.
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We may thank our Ancestors who was the cause
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Which abused the English 'gainst reason & Laws
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When as we sold them to Heathens for Slaves
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And many we buried alive in their Graves,
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At whipping-posts we
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Used them cruelly
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We cut of their flesh most bloody to see,
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we mangled their bowels to increase the more pain
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Not thinking we ever should pay for the same.
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Then of late years again we invented new ways
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For which we have neither thansss nor yet praise
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Some verses were writ and pictures were draw'd
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which in taverns & ale-houses we scatterd abroad
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We set our Muse
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The brave English to 'buse
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If it were to do now we would it refuse
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For we thought that no Nation could do us wrong
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Which made us to domineer so all along.
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We forgot that the English e're stood our frinds
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which makes us abuse them to make um amends
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We forget the time of a Distressed State
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Because of high matters we dayly do prate.
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But the time now is near
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I greatly do fear
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We must write Distressed as it doth appear.
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Then let's hang, etc.
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Our Merchants is taken our Trade is decay'd
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Yet still we be gainers as often is said,
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In the late Engagement was fought on our coast
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We heard that the English Fleet was a most lost
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But I find we prate
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Of what they relate,
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For they lost ne're a Ship & we lost above eight.
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Besides fifteen hundred brave Seamen were slain
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Which ne're more will come for to fight on the Main.
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Here's many brave wounded men dy on the shore
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& a many that lives now will ne're fight no more
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For the English do fight like a noble brave crew
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And home to our doors they do us pursue,
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Our East-India Fleet
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Doth make us to weep,
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For the English has taken some & doth them keep.
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And they wait for the rest, and I very much fear
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They'l leave us but a few for to harbor in here.
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Would our States had been hanged which caused these wars
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For thousands of men undergoes wounds & scars,
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Besides widdows, & fatherless children great store
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Which be ready to ask relief at a Door:
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Here's some without Feet
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On the stones now do creep
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And some without Arms which makes us to weep
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Then let's hang, etc.
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An English-man we do love very well
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And I'me sorry that ever this difference fell,
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God bless Prince Rupert and his Navy I pray
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And I hope we shall never more lye in his way.
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God send us a peace
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That Wars they may cease
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& grant that true Love amongst us may increase.
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And lets hang up, etc.
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FINIS.
L. White.
Printed for J. Clarke at the Bible and Harp in West-smith-Field.
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