The English Seaman's Resolution,  
OR, The Loyal Subjects Undaunted Valour:  
Plainly Demonstrating the Justness of his Cause,  
Encouraging his Friends, to Daunt his Foes:  
For King and Country, in the Seas he'll Perish,  
To tame the Rebels, and make England Flourish.  
To the Tune of, I prithee Love turn to me. OR, When this Old Cap was New.  
 

I Am an undaunted Seaman,  
and for King Charles I will fight  
I'll venture my Life and my Fortune  
to defend my Country's right:  
What Enemies ever oppose us  
my Valour with them I will try.  
And in the Duke's sight, I'm resoved to fight  

with a full resolution to Die.    

My joys lies on the Main Ocean,  
and my Hammock supports my head,  
The Bottom shall be my portion  
wherein my Grave shall be made:  
Before the Butterbox shall my Brother abuse,  
my Crimson Blood it shall fly,  
Then tack about Fleet, let Trump and us meet,  

for I came to the Seas to Die.    

Now Jockey begins to be civil,  
and aloud for a King he doth cry:  
The Dutch are as false as the Devil,  
still working of Treachery:  
With the sound of our Drums, and smoke of our Guns,  
we mean for to darken the Sky,  
For the Duke & his Fleet, once more will you meet  

with a full resolution to Die.    

Slip not your Necks out of your Collars,  
but come on with a cheerful heart:  
We mean to have some of your Dollars  
before that our Fléets do part:  
Then drink up your Brandywine cheerly,  
to Trump and his Company,  
For the Duke & his Fleet, once more will you meet  

with a full resolution to Die.    
 

BRave General Monck will defeat you,  
and teach you good manners to know,  
You know that before he did beat you  
and made you to cringe full low:  
He'll make you all know to your sorrow,  
'twere better Peccavi to cry,  
Then for to s●out out, the t'other odd bout,  

and in the Seas perish and Die.    

Stout Smith that Noble Commander,  
of his Valour again you must taste:  
He'll show you the English banner  
and send you away at a blast,  
As Opdam was served before you  
when into the Air he did fly:  
Then you will repent, that e'er you were bend  

upon the Main Ocean to Die.    

Brave Holmes and Mimms they have vowed,  
for Charles our King they will stand,  
The Rebels they shall be subdued  
and quelled in the turn of a hand:  
For whilst that our Ships can sail Boys,  
we scorn a Ships length for to fly:  
Pay your money with speed, for that we do need,  

or else come to the Seas to Dye,    

The Seas were never so graced,  
with so many brave Gallants before,  
Your Men of War shall be chased  
and beaten home to your own door:  
We'll block you up in your own Harbours,  
and your Cannon Bullets shall fly,  
For the Duke & his Fleet, once more will you meet  

with a full resolution to Die.    

What must we still wait on your leisure,  
or is not your Money yet Coined,  
We mean to have some of your treasure  
for no Children of us you shall find:  
We scorn for to wait on such Puppies,  
we have other Fish for to fry:  
Then hang up your states, your Masters & mates,  

that sent you to Seas for to Die.    

Then leave of your jeering and Mocking,  
and Murmur at home and Repine,  
'Tis better then for to be Knocking  
upon the Salt Ocean Brine:  
Then cast up your Caps and be merry,  
brave English Boys let them fly,  
And pray for King Charles and his Navy  

and let the Proud Hollanders Dye.     

With Allowance.   

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