We are your valiant sea-men that brought you out of Spain: And will as war-like free-men your royal cause maintain. If you will give commission to wars with France wee’l go: Then shall we, merry be, _when the stormy winds do blow_. ’Twas we did sail you over to English ground agen; And landed you at Dover, with all your noble men. For which we are renowned where-ever we do go: Honour will, tend us still, _when the stormy winds do blow_. 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 top-sailes unto our fleet shall bow: Then shall we, merry be, _when the stormy winds do blow_. Sometimes our tacklings breaking, our masts are 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 the stormy winds do blow_. Sometimes when we are sailing our victuals they grow scarse, Our wives at home bewailing and pittying of our case, In thinking of the dangers poore seamen undergo. For our King, still we sing, _when the stormy winds do blow_. Yet we are still couragious with any foe to fight: If Turk or Jew ingage us we put them to the flight, And make them give us homage before we let them go: For our King, then we sing, _when the stormy winds do blow_. We are the prop of trading, what kind so ere it be: The originall of lading youre ships with treasury. None goes beyond a sea-man in riches, gold, and store: For he brings, wealth to kings, _when the stormy winds do blow_. We have some sneezing pouder, the Dutch-man fain would have, ’Twill make him speak the louder, if Kings he will not have. And cause him to remember the phisick taking so: When shall we, merry be, _when the stormy winds do blow_. Great King wee’l make you famous, youre glory shall out-shine Romulus and Remus, Godolph or Constantine. Wee’l bring you gold and treasure by sailing to and fro: And will fight, day and night, _to preserve you from your foe_. _ENGLAND’S VALOUR, AND HOLLAND’S TERROUR._ Being an encouragement for seamen and souldiers to serve his Majesty in his wars against the Dutch, etc. Dutchmen beware, we have a fleet, Will make you tremble when you see’t, Mann’d with brave Englishmen of high renown, Who can and will your peacock plumes pull down; Then cease your boasting, it will nought availe, You know its but your duty to strike sayle. To the tune of _The stormy winds do blow_.