A BROAD-SIDE FOR THE DUTCH, With a Bounce, a bounce, bounce.  
To the Tune of O hone, O hone: Or, The Great Boobie.  

twas lately we met with the vapouring Dutch,  
And as we were wont, we gave them a Touch:  
But the English make nothing to smite them with such  
A Bounce, a bounce, bounce, a bounce, bounce.   

Bold Ossory bravely his Courage did show,  
To make the Hollanders presently know  
The English do use but a word and a blow,  
With a Bounce, a bounce, bounce, &c.   

We had our Holmes! it was safeguard enough;  
And they had their Evertson, who though he's tough,  
〈◇〉 could not withstand a bold Britain in Buff,  
With a Bounce, a bounce, bounce, &c.   

Our Man of War and Prophet made SPEED  
To teach the Hogen-Mogens to bleed:  
or them he was formerly used to feed  
With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, &c.   

Now Amsterdam plainly may red it by root,  
That each of their Ships doth seem but a Boat;  
And Holland's a iceland is likely to float,  
With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, &c.   

Our Sails they were filled with the breath of the wind,  
To punish their boldness; and yet they shall find,  
Or I am no Prophet, The worst is behind,  
With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, &c.   

Our Ships, and our Sea-men, are all heart of Oak;  
'twill fright them to see how our Cannons shall smoke;  
Then what will they do, when they hear they have spoken  
With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, &c.   

Hoisting their Sails, then away they will creep,  
As knowing there's danger for Dutchmen to peep,  
Whilst some, to secure themselves, sink in the deep  
From a bounce, a bounce, bounce, &c.   

We'll trouble nor Holmes, nor Jordan, nor Spragge,  
To force them back again home to the Hague;  
Newcastle Colliers shall lower their Flag  
With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, &c.   

〈◇〉 though they live underground as the Moles,  
〈◇〉 sentinels closely shall manage their holes:  
〈◇〉 we are a Nation that carry no coals,  
Unless with a bounce, a bounce, bounce, &c.   

Their ground, like themselves, is both muddy and sandy,  
For those are the parts of a Dutch Jack a-dandy:  
With Claret from France, we will conquer their Brandy  
With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, &c.   

●ut, as I'm a Christian, I would them exhort  
●ever to trust to the Albion sport;  
〈◇〉 Cannons and Lawyers both make a Report,  
With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, &c.   

They live in a Bog, as the people do tell;  
For sure the Low-Countries needs must be hell:  
And they may in time be taught to Rebel,  
With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, &c.   

But though they're like Spirits inhabiting there,  
Their Brandy no Charm is against a Despair:  
For we fight with them, and they fight the Air,  
With a pitiful Low-Country bounce, &c.   

They Figures can make, and then press them in Print;  
But we're for the Pictures that hang in their Mint:  
And if we don't catch them, the Devil is in't,  
With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, &c.   

Our Chattam shall cheat them if once they dare peep  
To view but our Land, or to fight with our Sheep:  
nd what they can steal, they shall afterwards keep  
With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, &c.   

That War must be pleasant, when Sheep fight with Oxes:  
For our English Lambs can out-dare the Dutch Foxes:  
They'll bay at them first, and then Butter their Boxes,  
With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, &c.   

Though never so High and so Mighty in prates,  
Our Bullets shall make them The pitiful States;  
Great CHARLES and brave LEWIS can conquer the Fates,  
With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, &c.   

Their Rotterdam-policies cannot prevail  
Against the French Foot, and the fierce English Sail:  
For either's sufficient to make them to veil  
With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, &c.   

When we were but States as well as themselves,  
We sunk and we took them by Tens and by Twelves:  
For cromwell could tumble the Lubberly Elves  
With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, &c.   

One frigate of ours, the Great JAMES by name,  
Alone, can at least a score of them tame:  
For Royal YORK once more will scatter his famed,  
With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, &c.   

And while they do fly from his powerful hand,  
'Gainst whom all their Magical Charms cannot stand;  
Stout Monmouth shall rout them as fast on the Land  
With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, &c.   

The Monsieur shall see that each English Boy  
Shall act like a Man, until they destroy  
All Rebels that will not cry Vive le Roy,  
With a bounce, a bounce, bounce, a bounce, bounce.    

LONDON: Printed by J. C. for Samuel Speed, 1672.