The SECOND PART Of the Nevv Ballad Of the Late and Terrible Fight on St. James's day One Thousand 666.
To the Tune of the First part Written and Printed at
London.
A Second part, I here indite
Of the English and Dutch Bloody Fight
With a
Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump▪
Thump, Thump, upon
Thump.
This only tells what was done since,
The Renowned
Duke and Famous
Prince,
Made the
Seven Headed Beast to wince
With a
Thump, &c.
As you the first so sing this too
To the French Tune call'd
Monsieur Ragou,
With a
Thump, &c.
Or else because that this discourses
Of
Beauforts and
'De Ruyters Forces
Call the Tune
The Dancing Hobby Horses,
With a
Thump, &c.
Sing not
High English in
Low Dutch
Though now our Foes are truly such
With a
Thump, &c.
This must be Sung not said at all
And they that Sing must Rise and Fall
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The first part did th
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The
Duke of
[...]ork and
King now saies
The Sea-men too deserve some Bayes
With a
Thump, &c.
For though the Officers bear the Bell
The private Sea-men Rung the
Dutch Knel
With a
Thump, &c.
The
Bores fought well with Brandy Drunk,
But in two houres their Courage sunk
And then like beaten Stock-Fish stunk.
With a
Thump, &c.
Goliah like, look'd
Houndsfoot and
Skellum,
But
Monk and's Fryers with Slings and Stones fell'um
With a
Thump, &c.
Ruyter swears that
Trump came not to's Aid
Trump swears
Ruyter ran like Coward afraid,
We had done both their works had they staid.
With a
Thump, &c.
While
Trump and
Ruyter sneake in th'
Welling
The brave English land at
Ʋly and
Schelling,
With a
Thump, &c.
A thousand Houses with eight score Ships,
We Fired like so many Chips,
And made the States to bite their Lips,
With a
Thump, &c.
This was a most prodigious Rap,
To loose five Millions at a Clap
With a
Thump, &c.
We beg but one boon more kinde Fates
Their
India Fleet and then proud States
Wee'l make you shit as small as Rats,
With a
Thump, &c.
Old
Rome neere did ought worth a doyt
Compar'd with
Holmes's brave exploit,
With a
Thump, &c.
The Tale of Ten years War for
Hellen
Homer had never thought worth telling,
Had he but heard of
Ʋly and
Schelling
With a
Thump, &c.
Twelve
East-land Ships did likewise fall-in
To the hands of stout Sir
Thomas Allen
With a
Thump, &c.
And we now spite of
Adelar
And
Beaufort too have Pitch and Tarr
And Ropes enough to end the Warr
Without a
Thump, &c.
Our Victory hath but one Flaw
The Unhappy loss of the
Breda
Without any
Thump, &c.
On the
Dutch Coast she ran aground
And without men was strangely found
They merit Hanging if not Drown'd
With a
Thump, &c.
With a
Thump, &c.
Alas, alas, poor baffl'd
Hans.
The
Dane can't ayd thee, nor dares
France
Though thou hast had
Thump, upon
Thump,
Thump, Thump, upon
Thump.
The
Monsieurs, Fleet a Mangy Crew is
Monks brave Boys that eat Beef and Brewis
Cry a F—for
Denmark and King
Lewis
With a
Thump, &c.
Bow then to
Charles distressed States
After so many broken Pates,
With a
Thump, Thump still upon
Thump, &c.
Beg Peace or next your Banks shall Rue,
And we will give the Divel his Due,
He shall take
Monsieur, the Sea drown you
Then are ye both
Thumpt and
Mumpt and
Mumpt, &c.
Now to conclude I will take care
As Ballads use to end with Prayer,
With a
Thump, &c.
For Ballads made of the old Fashion
Should still conclude with Supplication
For King and Queen, and the whole Nation
With a
Thump, &c.
God Bless the
Swede, he's not our Foe,
And
Spains King too though
France say no,
They both wish the
Dutch well
Thumpt, Thumpt, &c
Heaven send our Fleet Auspicious Gales
Our King and Queen a Prince of
Wales
And then let who will bite their Nayles
When we all our foes have
Thumpt, and
Mumpt, &c..