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<HEAD>The Dutch Damnified: <HI>OR,</HI> The <HI>Butter-Boxes</HI> Bob'd.</HEAD>
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<P><HI>Being a brief and true account how Sir <HI>Robert Holme,</HI> Sir <HI>Phillip Howard,</HI> and Sir <HI>William Jennings,</HI> with Eleven Companies of Foot, Five Fire-&s;hips, and &s;ome Ketches, and Boats, Burnt and De&s;troy'd near a Hundred and Sixty Saile of Dutch Ships in the <HI>Uly.</HI> As al&s;o they Burnt the rich Town of <HI>Bran|daris,</HI> in the Icland of <HI>Schelling,</HI> con&s;i&s;ting of above A Thou&s;and Hou&s;es, Richly Fur|ni&s;ht, with Goods of extraordinary value. Our Seamen and Souldiers returning Richly laden with their Enemies Spoyle, being &s;ufficiently rewarded for their Noble enterpri&s;e, and all this performed (by Gods Providence) with the lo&s;&s;e of Ten Men on our &s;ide.</HI></P>
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<OPENER>The Tune is, A Fig For France, and Holland too, &amp;c.</OPENER>
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<L>R<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">n<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"> Bells for joy, let none be &s;ad,</L>
<L>For now we have news will make you glad</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 word"> make you blith and merry too,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">o &s;<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 letters"> how the <HI>Dutch</HI> are forc'd to bow:</L>
<L>Their brags and boa&s;ts will not prevail,</L>
<L><UNCLEAR>We'le</UNCLEAR> teach them for to lowre their Sail.</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Then Hogan Mogans b'ware your Pates,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For now we &s;hall make you di&s;tre&s;&s;ed States.</HI></L>
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<L>We paid you home in <HI>July</HI> la&s;t,</L>
<L>And &s;oundly did your &s;ides bumba&s;t,</L>
<L>If that you had not &s;wiftly run,</L>
<L>You &s;urely had been quite undone:</L>
<L>But now we landed on your &s;hore,</L>
<L>And found the way to make you poor.</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Then Hogan Mogans b'ware your Pates,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For now we &s;hall make you di&s;tre&s;&s;ed States.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>For all your idle vain excu&s;es,</L>
<L>E're long we &s;hall pull up your Sluces,</L>
<L>Our men have found the way to land</L>
<L>As you by this will under&s;tand:</L>
<L>It will be but a bitter Pill,</L>
<L>When &s;uch &s;ad news your hearts do fill.</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Then Hogan Mogans b'ware your Pates,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For now we &s;hall make you di&s;tre&s;&s;ed States.</HI></L>
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<L>You in your Harbours lurk for fear,</L>
<L>Not thinking &s;uch bad news to hear,</L>
<L>We &s;corn to come and &s;teal your Sh&eacute;ep,</L>
<L>And then like Thieves away to cr&eacute;ep:</L>
<L>Your Towns to Burn, and Ships to fire</L>
<L>Is work that <HI>Engli&s;hmen</HI> de&s;ire.</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Then Hogan Mogans b'ware your Pates,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For now we &s;hall make you di&s;tre&s;&s;ed &s;tates.</HI></L>
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<L><HI>SIr Robert Holmes</HI> that Valiant Knight,</L>
<L>Had orders upon <HI>Tue&s;day</HI> night,</L>
<L>The <HI>Uly</HI> Icland for to burn,</L>
<L>And quite de&s;troy't ere be return:</L>
<L>Sir <HI>Philip Howard</HI> did him a&s;&s;i&s;t,</L>
<L>Sir <HI>William Jennings</HI> he did his be&s;t.</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Then Hogan Mogans cur&s;e your Fates,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For now we &s;hall make you di&s;tre&s;&s;ed States.</HI></L>
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<L>They cho&s;e eleven hundred men,</L>
<L>To pull the <HI>Dutch</HI> out of their Den,</L>
<L>With Fire-&s;hips, Ketches, Boats &amp; Hoyes</L>
<L>Well mann'd with lu&s;ty <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Boyes:</L>
<L>With joyful hearts they leave the Fl&eacute;et,</L>
<L>And &s;ayle away their Foes to m&eacute;et.</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Then Hogan Mogan cur&s;e your Fates,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For now we &s;hall make you di&s;tre&s;&s;ed States.</HI></L>
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<L>At length they &s;py'd without all faile</L>
<L>One hundred and &s;eventy Saile.</L>
<L>Of Merchant Ships which anchored were,</L>
<L>In <HI>Uly</HI> road, being void of fear,</L>
<L>Sir <HI>Robert Holmes</HI> he thought it meet,</L>
<L>With Fire-Ships to de&s;troy that Fleet.</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Then Hogan Mogans 'ware your pates,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For now we &s;hall make you di&s;tre&s;&s;ed States.</HI></L>
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<L>So hotly they pur&s;ued the game,</L>
<L>That &s;traight the fleet was on a flame,</L>
<L>Some Frigats which the re&s;t did guard,</L>
<L>Iu&s;t like their Neighbours &s;o they far'd;</L>
<L>Our men mo&s;t furiou&s;ly were bent,</L>
<L>And burnt them down incontinent.</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Then Hogan Mogans 'ware your pates,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For now we &s;hall make you di&s;tre&s;&s;ed States.</HI></L>
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<L>This being done away we ha&s;te,</L>
<L>The <HI>Schelling</HI> I&s;land for to wa&s;te,</L>
<L>And there we fright our Cowardly foes,</L>
<L>And land our men where none oppo&s;e.</L>
<L>Then up we martch into the I&s;le,</L>
<L>Our crafty foes for to beguile.</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Then Hogan Mogans ware your pates,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For now we &s;hall make you di&s;tre&s;&s;ed States.</HI></L>
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<L>When they heard of our coming nigh,</L>
<L>Away they fled, all that could flye,</L>
<L>And left their goods and all the re&s;t,</L>
<L>To be di&s;po&s;'d as we thought be&s;t.</L>
<L>The brave&s;t Town in all that place,</L>
<L>We burnt quite down, and did deface.</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Then Hogan Mogans beware your pates,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For now we &s;hall make you di&s;tre&s;&s;ed States.</HI></L>
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<L>Our men had plunder there good &s;tore,</L>
<L>To make them rich, they'l ne'r be poor,</L>
<L>They brought away great &s;tore of plate,</L>
<L>And now they quaff their cups in &s;tate;</L>
<L>Their Cabbins are like Gold-&s;mith &s;hops,</L>
<L>God &s;end us many &s;uch like crops.</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Then Hogan Mogans cur&s;e your fates,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For now we &s;hall make you di&s;tre&s;&s;ed States.</HI></L>
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<L>Their trugtaild' Frows were in a maze,</L>
<L>To &s;ee their town all on a blaze,</L>
<L>They wept and waild, &amp; wrung their jaws,</L>
<L>And cur&s;t their States, which was the cau&s;e,</L>
<L>May all that's enemies to our King,</L>
<L>Be brought to &s;uch like banquetting.</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Then Hogan Mogans cur&s;e your Fates,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For now we &s;hall make you di&s;tre&s;&s;ed States&punc;</HI></L>
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<P>Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. wright.</P>
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<P><HI>With Allowance.</HI></P>
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