The Valiant seaman's Congratulation to his sacred Majesty King Charles the second.  
With their wonderful heroical achievements, and their Fidelity, Loyalty, and Obedience.  
To the Tune of Let us drink and sing, and merrily troul the bowl. Or, The stormy winds do blow. Or, hay Ho, my Heny.  
 

GReat Ch●rles, your English seamen  
upon our bended knee,  
Present ourselves as Fréemen,  
unto Your Majesty.  
Beseeching God to bless you  
Wherever that you go,  
So we pray, night and day,   

when the stormy winds do blow.   

In darkest nights, or shipwrecks,  
Always we are on our guard:  
Of French or Turkish Pirate,  
we never were afraid.  
But called stout English seamen  
Wherever that we go.  
For we make, them to quake   

when the stormy winds do blow.   

We are your Valiant seamen  
that brought you out of Spain:  
And will as warlike fréemen  
your royal Cause maintain.  
If you will give Commission  
to wars with France we'll go:  
Then shall we, merry be,   

when, &c.   

'Twas we did sail you over  
to English ground again:  
And landed you at Dover,  
with all your Noble men,  
For which we are renowned  
Wherever we do go:  
Honour will, tend us still,   

when, &c.   

And now we are a-ranging  
upon the Ocean Seas,  
The Frenchmen they are changing  
and cannot be at ease,  
For we will make their topsails  
unto our fleet shall bow:  
Then shall we, merry be,   

when the stormy winds do blow.   
 

The second Part  
to the same Tune.  
SOmetimes our tacklings breaking  
our Masts we cut in two:  
Our ships are often leaking,  
great straits we're put unto.  
In great tempestuous weather,  
which few at home doth know  
Thus do we, live at Sea,   

when the stormy winds do blow.   

When some at home are feeding  
and cheering up themselves  
Then we at Sea are bleeding  
amongst the rocks and shelves  
Yet greater dangers ready,  
still we will undergo.  
For our King, and will sing   

when, &c.   

Sometimes when we are sailing  
our Victuals they grow scarce  
Our wives at home bewailing  
and pitying of our case.  
In thinking of the dangers  
Poor S●a-men undergo.  
For our King, still we sing,   

when the, &c.   

Yet we are still courageous  
with any foe to fight:  
If Turk or Jew engage us  
we put them to the flight.  
And make them give us homage  
before we let them go:  
For our King, than we sing   

when, &c.   

We are the prop of Trading,  
what kind so ere it be:  
The original of Lading  
your Ships with treasury.  
None goes beyond a seaman  
in riches, gold, and store:  
For he brings, wealth to Kings   

when, &c.   

We have some sneezeing powder,  
the Dutchman fain would have,  
'Twill make him speak the louder,  
if Kings he will not have.  
And cause him to remember  
the physic taking so:  
Then shall we, merry be,   

when, &c.   

Great King we'll make you famous,  
your glory shall outshine  
Romulus and Remus,  
Godolph or Constantine.  
Wée'll bring you gold and treasu●●  
by sailing to fro:  
And will fight, day and night,   

to preserve you from your foe.   
FINIS.   

Printed at London for F. Grove living on Snow-Hill▪  
Entered according to order.