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<HEAD><HI>ENGLANDS</HI> Royall Conque&s;t.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Truely manife&s;ted in a happy Victory obtained again&s;t the Dutch Fleet, by his Maje&s;ties Royal Navy, under the Conduct of his Highne&s;s Prince <HI>Rupert,</HI> and his Grace the Duke of <HI>Albemarle</HI> upon <DATE>the 25. and 26. of <HI>July</HI> 1666.</DATE> In which Naval Fight we put the Dutch to a total rout, burnt and &s;unk &s;everal of their be&s;t &s;hips, and in con|clu&s;ion forc't them &s;hameful|ly to run away.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Our own lo&s;&s;es being very incon&s;iderable, onely the <HI>Re&s;olu|tion</HI> burnt and two Captains kill'd: Our Generals and all the re&s;t of our Fleet, being &s;afe and in a very good Condition.</HEAD>
<OPENER>The Tune is, <HI>A Fig for <HI>France</HI> and <HI>Holland</HI> too,  <HI>or,</HI> Round about the Hollow Tree.</HI></OPENER>
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<L>REjoyce, Rejoyce, brave Engli&s;h boys</L>
<L>For now is the time to &s;peak our joys</L>
<L>The routed Dutch are run away,</L>
<L>And we have clearly won the day;</L>
<L>We now are Ma&s;ters of the Seas,</L>
<L>And may with &s;afety live at ea&s;e</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Then Butter-Boxes all lament,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For now you are paid to your own content.</HI></L>
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<L>You thought to rule as Lords and Kings.</L>
<L>But now we've taught you better things,</L>
<L>Methinks you might have known before,</L>
<L>What t'was to come &s;o near our &s;hore,</L>
<L>You often times have tri'd our force,</L>
<L>And &s;till you alwaies had the wor&s;e;</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Then Butter-boxes all lament.</HI></L>
<L><HI>For now you are paid to your own content.</HI></L>
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<L>The Dutch are grown &s;o wi&s;e and &s;age,</L>
<L>Without great ods they'l not ingage,</L>
<L>Brave Engli&s;hmen will never grutch,</L>
<L>With twenty &s;ail, to fight forty Dutch,</L>
<L>And bring their Lord&s;hips by the Lee,</L>
<L>And pay them home for their treachery.</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Then Butter-Boxes all lament</HI></L>
<L><HI>For now you are paid to your own content.</HI></L>
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<HEAD>The Second part,</HEAD>
<OPENER>to the &s;ame Tune.</OPENER>
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<L>WHhil&s;t y^t our Ships were &s;itting forth,</L>
<L>They counted us men of little worth</L>
<L>Vpon our Coa&s;t they made great &s;hows,</L>
<L>Not thinking to be paid with blows,</L>
<L>But when our Fleet did once appear,</L>
<L>O then their hearts were fill'd with fear,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Then Butter-boxes all lament,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For now you are paid to your own content.</HI></L>
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<L><HI>July</HI> the five and twentieth day,</L>
<L>Began this Sharp and bloody fray,</L>
<L>At noon the Fleets were both ingag'd,</L>
<L>And men on each &s;ide were inrag'd,</L>
<L>The Bullets they did flie amain,</L>
<L>And &s;ome were wounded, others &s;lain,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Then Butter-boxes all lament,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For now you are paid to your own content.</HI></L>
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<L>Prince <HI>Rupert</HI> and brave General <HI>Monk,</HI></L>
<L>So pelted <HI>Ruyter</HI> and <HI>Vantrump,</HI></L>
<L>That they were in a chafing &s;weat,</L>
<L>And thought it &s;afe&s;t to retreat,</L>
<L>By little and little they &s;hrunk away,</L>
<L>Their want of courage did them betray,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Then Buter-boxes all lament,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For now you are paid to your own content.</HI></L>
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<L>Five hours they fought couragiou&s;ly,</L>
<L>Before the Dutch began to flie,</L>
<L>But then their Fleet was &s;evered quite,</L>
<L>While&s;t we maintain'd a cha&s;ing Fight,</L>
<L>For two dayes &s;pace we did pur&s;ue,</L>
<L>And pelted them till their &s;ides look'd blew,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Then Butter-boxes all lament,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For now you are paid to your own content.</HI></L>
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<L>Sir <HI>Jeremy Smith</HI> did roughly greet,</L>
<L>The Amiral of the <HI>Zealand</HI> Fleet,</L>
<L>With fire and ball he made them run,</L>
<L>Vntill the Victory he had won,</L>
<L>Mo&s;t bravely he maintain'd the Fight,</L>
<L>Till they divided were by night,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Then Butter-boxes all lament,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For now you are paid to your own content.</HI></L>
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<L>Brave <HI>Allen</HI> and <HI>Holmes,</HI> fought like men,</L>
<L>And chas'd the Dutch with five to ten,</L>
<L>So &s;harply they did ply the Fight,</L>
<L>Till all the Dutch were routed quite,</L>
<L>The Flemmings found &s;uch boi&s;terous play,</L>
<L>That they in plain terms ran away,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Then Butter-boxes all lament,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For now you are paid to your own content.</HI></L>
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<L>Eight Ships of theirs we &s;unk and fired,</L>
<L>Which for to &s;ave they much de&s;ired,</L>
<L>And kill'd great numbers of their men,</L>
<L>Where we lo&s;t one &s;till they lo&s;t ten,</L>
<L>We lo&s;t a Stately Ship and Tall,</L>
<L>The <HI>Re&s;olution</HI> we did her call,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Then Butter-boxes all lament,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For now you are paid to your own content.</HI></L>
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<L>Our Generals (ble&s;t be God) are well,</L>
<L>And all our Fleet as we hear tell,</L>
<L>Lies daring on the <HI>Hollands</HI> Coa&s;t,</L>
<L>The Duch have now no cau&s;e to boa&s;t,</L>
<L>'Tis &s;aid <HI>de Ruyter</HI> and <HI>Trump</HI> are &s;lain,</L>
<L>And never will face their Foes again,</L>
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<L><HI>Then Butter-boxes all lament,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For now you are paid to your own content</HI></L>
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<L>The Cannons from the Tower did roar,</L>
<L>When this good news did come to &s;hore,</L>
<L>The bells did ring and bone-fires &s;hine,</L>
<L>And healths carrous'd in beer and wine,</L>
<L>God ble&s;s King <HI>Charles</HI> and all our Fleet,</L>
<L>And grant true friends may &s;afely meet,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Then Butter-boxes brag no more.</HI></L>
<L><HI>For now we have Beaten you or'e and or'e.</HI></L>
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<P><HI>With Allowance.</HI></P>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed for <HI>Richard Burton</HI> at the Hor&s;hoe in <HI>We&s;t-Smith&s;ield.</HI></P>
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