England's Valour, and Holland's Terror: BEING An encouragement for Seamen and Soldiers to serve his Majesty in his Wars against the Dutch, etc.  
Dutchmen beware, we have a Fleet,  
Will make you tremble when you see't,  
Manned with brave Englishmen of high renown,  
Who can and will your Peacock's Plumes pull down;  
Then cease your boasting, it will nought avail,  
You know it's but your duty to strike sail.  
To the tune of, The stormy winds do blow.  
 

BRave Loyal Hearted Englishmen,  
attend whilst I declare,  
What noble preparations is  
made for the Holland's War;  
For certain such a Bloody Fight  
hath never been before,  
As is near, you shall hear,  

when the Cannons loud do roar.    

View but our Navy Royal,  
and you will find it plain,  
The like thereof was never seen  
to sail upon the Main:  
The Duke of York high Admiral,  
will daunt the Dutchman sore  
With his name, and his fame,  

when the Cannons loud do roar.    

Our Ships are bravely rigged,  
and manned with Seamen stout,  
And Soldiers good will spend their blood  
to bang their Foes about:  
They long to be a dealing blows,  
delay doth vex them sore,  
With delight, they will fight,  

when the Cannons loud do roar,    

The care and good provision  
for Seamen that is made,  
Will make them fight for England's right  
and never be afraid:  
They'll find far richer plunder  
then e'er they did before:  
Every day, in the fray,  

when the Cannons loud do roar.    
 

HArk how the Dutchmen bluster,  
they prate and Dominéer,  
They stamp and sweat, they fume & fret,  
would make one laugh to hear:  
Their Merchant's ships are taken  
for prizes, grives them sore:  
But in vain, they complain,  

when the Cannons loud do roar.    

Although they be Rebellious,  
yet we shall pull them down,  
And teach them how they shall submit  
to England's Royal Crown:  
we'll thump their sides most sound  
and beat them o'er and o'er,  
In each fight, for our right,  

when the Cannons loud do roar.    

There will be noble Knocking,  
when once the Navy's meet,  
Then Holland's States beware your pates  
we shall you roughly greet:  
Your treachery at Guiny  
stands yet upon the score:  
You shall pay, at the day  

when the Cannons loud do roar.    

Then Volontiers come in amain  
to fight against the Foe,  
For your reward, you shall have gain,  
when to the Wars you go;  
The Hogan Mogan's for us all,  
their riches keep in store:  
Then be bold, fight for Gold,  

when the Cannons loud do roar.    

Brave Allen our Rear Admiral,  
it was his hap to meet,  
Near Cadiz, on the Spanish coast,  
part of their Smyrna Fleet:  
Where some he took, and others sunk,  
the rest he battered sore,  
Thus they lost, and were crossed,  

when the Cannons loud did roar.    

Then Butter-boxes mark your hits,  
for all your wits are dull,  
we'll teach you better manners yet,  
then ever did Old Noll:  
You than were basted pretty well,  
and forced to cry and lower:  
And to weep, on the deep,  

when the Cannons loud did roar.    

We have tall Ships, that's newly built  
the best that ere did sail,  
We shall the Flemish Vessels pelt,  
no doubt we shall prevail:  
Our Oaken boards will hold it out  
as well now as before;  
We ' le not flinch, not an inch,  

when the Cannons loud do roar.    

Then courage all brave Englishmen,  
and never be dismayed,  
But fight it out most gallantly,  
we shall be nobly paid:  
When we return with Victory,  
with Gold and Silver store,  
Bells shall Ring, whilst we Sing,  

and the Cannons loud shall roar.    
FINIS.   

With Allowance.   

Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, W. Silbertson, and I. Wright.