A New Dutch SONG.  

Dost hear the News that's of the Dutch Frank,  
Zuterkin Hogen Heeren Van Dunk,  
How they in╌tend to play us a Prank,  
Zuterkin Hogen Heeren Van Dunk,  
Hogen Mogen, Mogen Hogen,  
Zeuterkin Hogen Heeren Van Dunk,  
Hogen Mogen Mogen Hogen,  
Zuterkin Hogen Heeren Van Dunk.   

But if they boldly once come a Shore,  
Zuterkin Hogen Heeren Van Dunk,  
Some will repent themselves full sore,  
Zuterkin Hogen, &c.  
Hogen Mogen, Mogen Hogen, Zuterkin, &c.  
Hogen Mogen, &c.   

For the brave English, Irish, and Scotch,  
Zuterkin Hogen, &c.  
Will in their Guts make such a hodg-podg,  
Zuterkin Hogen, &c.  
Hogen Mogen, &c.  
Hogen Mogen, &c.   

Better they'd stuck to their Herring Trade,  
Zuterkin Hogen, &c.  
For now themselves shall in pickle be laid,  
Zuterkin Hogen, &c.  
Hogen Mogen, &c.  
Hogen Mogen, &c.   

What tho they've laid their heads together,  
Zuterkin Hogen, &c  
No Orange can ere thrive in bad weather,  
Zuterkin Hogen, &c.  
Hogen Mogen, &c.  
Hogen Mogen, &c.   

Woe be to you if Dartmouth the Great,  
Zuterkin Hogen, &c.  
Should fall upon you with his whole Fleet,  
Zuterkin Hogen, &c.  
Hogen Mogen, &c.  
Hogen Mogen, &c.   

Then pass not the Pomposs for fear it should freeze,  
Zuterkin Hogen, &c.  
For I Faggins we the Orange will squees.  
Zuterkin, Hogen, &c.  
Hogen Mogen, &c.   
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