A new BALLAD
Of a famous German PRINCE, and a renowned English DUKE, who on St.
Iames's day, one tho
[...] fought with a
Beast with Seven Heads, call'd
Provinces; not by Land, but by Water; not to be said, but sung; not
[...] high English nor
Low Dutch; but to a new French Tune, call'd
Monsieur Ragou, or,
The Dancing Hobby-horses.
THere happen'd of late a terrible Fray
Begun upon our
On S. Jams's
day (1581)
the seven Provinces
first resolv'd them selves into Free-States.
S.
Iames's day,
With a Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump,
Thump, Thump
a Thump, Thump!
Where
Rupert and
George for CHARLEMAIGN
Swindg'd the
Dutch again and again,
(As if they had been but the
French or
Dane)
With a
Thump, &c.
'Twas brave
Tom Allen led the Van,
Stout
Utber, and bold
Tiddiman,
With a
Thump, &c.
And then our Immortal GENERALS
With twenty thousand Thunder-balls
Pierc'd their boggie flesh-mud-walls
With a
Thump, Thump, &c.
The Game was hot, and then you'll swear
That
Iordan (Heart of Oak) was there
With a
Thump, Thump, &c.
And gallant
Holmes that never fails,
Torn and hurt, yet still prevails,
Valiant with or without his Sails,
With a
Thump, &c.
The
Royal Charles was all their aim
(For there they knew was Princely Game)
With a
Thump, &c.
Seven Provinces here spend their Quire,
(
De Ruyter's mighty Triple Tire)
But had his answer all in Fire
With a
Thump, Thump, &c.
For here our glorious
Prince and
Duke
Gave him such a sore Rebuke
With a
Thump, &c.
That now
De Ruyter findes it clear
The Warlike
English have no peer,
Who dare do any thing but Fear
A
Thump, Thump, &c.
The
Soveraign came to revenge her Wrongs,
(Becalm'd a while for want of Lungs,
Without any
Thump, &c.)
But soon as her dreadful Sail displaid
Good Lord what Lanes and Wrecks she made!
The Devil a
Dutch came nigh or staid,
For fear of a
Thump, Thump, &c.
Her Balls of Fire the
Flemming sees
Are thrice as big as a Holland-Cheese,
With a
Thump, &c.
And now they ran, they ran, they ran,
And left poor
Zealand, shift as it can;
They made him the Rere, who would be the
Van-
-Van Tromp, Tromp, Tromp,
&c.
The
Kings own Colours (
Red and
White)
Pursu'd the Boors all day and night
With a
Thump, &c.
O how 'twould
Lords and
Commons please
To see our
Soveraign of the Seas
Chacing their
Seven Provinces
With a
Thump, &c.
Over Flatts and Banks we fir'd their Tails
(Till we heard their croaking Nightingales)
With a
Thump, &c.
This Difference 'twixt two Navies stands,
Ours built for the Sea, and theirs for the Sands,
We had sent them else to their last
Netherlands
With a
Thump, Thump, &c.
Their Shot still at our Tackling
[...],
Lest when they ran we should pursue
With a
Thump, &c.
For though the
Dutch are
Sea-men grown,
Bold
English are the
Marks-men known,
And therefore kill them six for one
With a
Thump, Thump, &c.
Our Rere was
Smith, with other two
(
Spragge and
Kempthorn) both true Blew,
With a
Thump, &c.
And here the
Zealanders came on,
Who stoutly gave us Gun for Gun,
Till
Holland-like They also run
With a
Thump, Thump, &c.
In In, In In, said Valiant
Spragge,
Wee'l beat this vapouring
Tromp to th'
Hague
With a
Thump, &c.
His Chaplain fell to his wonted work,
Cry'd
Now for the King and the Duke of York!
He pray'd like a
Christian, and fought like a
Turk
With a
Thump, Thump, &c.
Six thousand
Dutch (a Low-Country Dish)
We sent to their own Cozen the
Fish
With a
Thump, &c.
The rest into Holes so tamely crawl
That little
Fanfan dar'd them all,
Great
Rupert's Sloop is an
Admiral,
With a
Thump, Thump, &c.
What
Amsterdamnable Cowards are these
To boast that they were
Lords of the Seas
With a
Thump, &c.
Their Impudent
Gazette proclaims
How bravely they lock'd up the
Thames!
But had no leave from CHARLES or JAMES,
And therefore had a
Thump, Thump, &c.
And now
De Wijt's new
Holland Rump
(Who rides the
States) will burn to th' Stump
With a
Thump, &c.
For
George in
England once before
Hath fir'd one
Rump, and will do more
Till Men and Bells all
Dutch-land o're
Sing
Rump, Rump, &c.
Then let them invent some other cheat,
Go hang their Captains 'cause th'are beat
With a
Thump, &c.
Let
Monsieur or
Myn Heer that snarls,
At our
Soveraign and
Royal Charles,
Beware of
Ruperts and
Albemarles
With a Thump, Thump, Thump,
&c.
Printed at London, and Re-printed at Edi [...]burgh. 1666.