To the tune of, _I prethee Love turn to me_, or, _When this Old Cap was New_. I am an undaunted seaman, and for King Charles I will fight: I’le venture my life and my fortune to defend my countries right: What enemies ever oppose us my valour with them I will try, And in the Duke’s sight, I’me resolved to fight _with a full resolution to dye_. My joyes lies on the maine ocean, and my hammock supports my head, The bottom shall be my portion, wherein my grave shall be made: Before the Butter-Box shall my brother abuse, my crimson blood it shall flye, Then tack about fleet, let Trump and us meet, _for I came to the seas to dye_. Now Jocky begins to be civil, and aloud for a King he doth cry: The Dutch are as false as the devil, still working of tretchery: With the sound of our drums, and smoak of our guns, we mean for to darken the skie, For the Duke and his fleet, once more will you meet, _with a full resolution to dye_. Slip not your necks out of your collars, but come on with a chearful heart: We mean to have some of your dollars before that our fleets do part: Then drink up your brandy-wine cheerely, to Trump and his company, For the Duke and his fleet, once more will you meet, _with a full resolution to dye_. Brave General Monck will defeat you, and teach you good manners to know, You know that before he did beat you, and made you to cringe full low: He’l make you all know to your sorrow, ’twere better Peccavi to cry, Then for to stand out, the tother odd bout, _and in the seas perish and dye_. Stout Smith that noble Commander, of his valour again you must taste: He’le shew you the English banner and send you away at a blast, As Opdam was served before you, when into the aire he did flie: Then you will repent, that e’re you were bent _upon the main ocean to dye_. Brave Holmes and Mimms they have vowed, for Charles our King they will stand, The rebells they shall be subdued and quell’d in the turn of a hand: For whilst that our ships can sail, boyes, we scorn a ship’s length for to flie: Pay your money with speed, for that we do need, _or else come to the seas to dye_. The seas were never so graced, with so many brave gallants before, Your men of war shall be chased and beaten home to your own door: We’l block you up in your own harbours, and our cannon bullets shall flye, For the Duke and his fleet, once more will you meet _with a full resolution to dye_.