A SONG ON THE DUKE'S LATE GLORIOUS SUCCESS OVER THE DUTCH. FROM a broadside in the possession of Mr. Rimbault. It was evidently written soon after a most obstinate engagement, which took place in Southwold Bay, on the 20th May, 1672, between the combined fleets of England and France on the one side, and that of the Dutch on the other.-E. F. R. ONE day, as I was sitting still, By chance I saw De Ruyter's fleet I cannot stay to name the names Of all the ships that fought with James, But this I say, the noble host And covered all the hollow coast From Walderswyck to Dunwich. The French, who should have join'd the Duke, Although their hulls were lighter; But nobly faced the Duke of York, Tho' some may wink and some may talk, Well might you hear their guns, I guess, They batter'd without let or stay Of all the battles gain'd at sea, I will not name the rebel Blake, So now we've seen them take to flight, This way, and that, where'er they might, To windard or to leeward; Here's to King Charles, and here's to James, And here's to all the captains' names, And here's to the house of Stuart. THE ENGLISHMEN'S VICTORY OVER THE SPANIARDS. RELATING HOW FIVE ENGLISH FRIGATES, VIZ. THE HENRY, RUBY, ANTELOPE, GREYHOUND, AND BRYAN, BURNT ALL THE SPANISH SHIPS IN THEIR HARBOUR, AT MALAGO: BATTERED DOWN THEIR CHURCHES AND THEIR HOUSES ABOUT THEIR EARS, KILL'D ABUNDANCE OF THEIR MEN, AND OBTAINED AN HONOURABLE VICTORY. Whereever English seamen goes They are a terror to their foes. To the tune of Five sail of frigats bound for Malago, &c. [From the British Museum Collection of Old Ballads.] COME all you brave sailors that sails on the main, I'll tell you of a fight that was lately in Spain, And of five sail of frigats bound to Malago, For to fight the proud Spaniards, our orders was so. There was the Henry and Ruby, and the Antelope also, for fire-ships must go ; But so bravely we weighed, and played our parts, That we made the proud Spaniards to quake in their hearts. Then we came to an anchor so nigh to the mould, Methinks you proud English do grow very bold: But we came to an anchor so near to the town, That some of their churches we soon battered down. They hung out their flag of truce, And they sent out their long-boat, For to burn all your shipping For to burn all your shipping you must us excuse, 'Tis not five sail of frigats shall make us to muse. But we burnt all their shipping, full many a widow. Come, then says our captain, let's fire at the church; And down came their belfrey, which grieved them much; F And down came the steeple, which standeth so high, Which made the proud Spaniards to the nunnery flye. So great a confusion we made in the town, That their lofty buildings came tumbling down : Their wives and their children for help they did cry, But none could relieve them, though danger was nigh. The flames and the smoak, so increased their woe, That they knew not whither to run nor to go; Some to shun the fire, leapt into the flood, And there they did perish in water and mud. Our guns we kept firing, still shooting amain, Whilst many a proud Spaniard was on the place slain : The rest being amazed, for succour did cry, But all was in vain, they had no where to flye. |