The Dutch Damnified: OR, The Butter-Boxes Bobbed.  
Being a brief and true account how Sir Robert Holme, Sir Philip Howard, and Sir William Jennings, with Eleven Companies of Foot, Five Fireships, and some Ketches, and Boats, Burnt and Destroyed near a Hundred and Sixty Sail of Dutch Ships in the Uly. As also they Burnt the rich Town of Brandaris, in the Icland of Schelling, consisting of above A Thousand Houses, Richly Furnished, with Goods of extraordinary value. Our Seamen and Soldiers returning Richly laden with their Enemy's Spoil, being sufficiently rewarded for their Noble enterprise, and all this performed (by God's Providence) with the loss of Ten Men on our side.  
The Tune is, A Fig For France, and Holland too, etc.  
 
 

R●n● Bells for joy, let none be sad,  
For now we have news will make you glad  
〈◊〉 make you blithe and merry too,  
●o s●● how the Dutch are forced to bow:  
Their brags and boasts will not prevail,  
We'll teach them for to lower their Sail.  

Then Hogan Mogans b'ware your Pates,  
For now we shall make you distressed States.    

We paid you home in July last,  
And sound did your sides bombast,  
If that you had not swiftly run,  
You surely had been quite undone:  
But now we landed on your shore,  
And found the way to make you poor.  

Then Hogan Mogans b'ware your Pates,  
For now we shall make you distressed States.    

For all your idle vain excuses,  
ere long we shall pull up your Sluices,  
Our men have found the way to land  
As you by this will understand:  
It will be but a bitter Pill,  
When such sad news your hearts do fill.  

Then Hogan Mogans b'ware your Pates,  
For now we shall make you distressed States.    

You in your Harbours lurk for fear,  
Not thinking such bad news to hear,  
We scorn to come and steal your Sheep,  
And then like Thiefs away to creep:  
Your Towns to Burn, and Ships to fire  
Is work that Englishmen desire.  

Then Hogan Mogans b'ware your Pates,  
For now we shall make you distressed states.    
 

SIr Robert Holmes that Valiant Knight,  
Had orders upon Tuesday night,  
The Uly Icland for to burn,  
And quite destroy't ere be return:  
Sir Philip Howard did him assist,  
Sir William Jennings he did his best.  

Then Hogan Mogans curse your Fates,  
For now we shall make you distressed States.    

They chose eleven hundred men,  
To pull the Dutch out of their Den,  
With Fireships, Ketches, Boats & Hoys  
Well manned with lusty English Boys:  
With joyful hearts they leave the Fleet,  
And sail away their Foes to meet.  

Then Hogan Mogan curse your Fates,  
For now we shall make you distressed States.    

At length they spied without all fail  
One hundred and seventy Sail.  
Of Merchant Ships which anchored were,  
In Uly road, being void of fear,  
Sir Robert Holmes he thought it meet,  
With Fireships to destroy that Fleet.  

Then Hogan Mogans ' ware your pates,  
For now we shall make you distressed States.    

So hotly they pursued the game,  
That strait the fleet was on a flame,  
Some Frigates which the rest did guard,  
Just like their Neighbours so they fared;  
Our men most furiously were bend,  
And burned them down incontinent.  

Then Hogan Mogans ' ware your pates,  
For now we shall make you distressed States.    

This being done away we haste,  
The Schelling Island for to waste,  
And there we fright our Cowardly foes,  
And land our men where none oppose.  
Then up we march into the Isle,  
Our crafty foes for to beguile.  

Then Hogan Mogans beware your pates,  
For now we shall make you distressed States.    

When they heard of our coming nigh,  
Away they fled, all that could fly,  
And left their goods and all the rest,  
To be disposed as we thought best.  
The bravest Town in all that place,  
We burned quite down, and did deface.  

Then Hogan Mogans beware your pates,  
For now we shall make you distressed States.    

Our men had plunder there good store,  
To make them rich, they'll ne'er be poor,  
They brought away great store of plate,  
And now they quaff their cups in state;  
Their Cabins are like Goldsmith shops,  
God send us many such like crops.  

Then Hogan Mogans curse your fates,  
For now we shall make you distressed States.    

Their trugtaild ' Frows were in a maze,  
To see their town all on a blaze,  
They wept and wailed, & wrung their jaws,  
And cursed their States, which was the cause,  
May all thats enemies to our King,  
Be brought to such like banqueting.  

Then Hogan Mogans curse your Fates,  
For now we shall make you distressed States▪     

Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. wright.   

With Allowance.