Who on St. James’s Day One thousand 666 fought with a Beast with Seven Heads, call’d Provinces; not by land, but by water; not to be said, but sung; not in High English nor Low Dutch but to a new French tune, called _Monsieur Ragou; or, The Dancing Hobby-horses_. There happen’d of late a terrible fray, Begun upon our St. James’s Day, _With a thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, Thump, thump, a thump, thump_, Where Rupert and George for Charlemaign Swing’d the Dutch again and again (As if they had been but the French or Dane), _With a thump, etc._ ’Twas brave Tom Allen led the van, Stout Uther, and bold Tiddiman, _With a thump, etc._; And then our immortal generalls With twenty thousand thunder-balls Pierc’d their boggie flesh-mud-walls, _With a thump, thump, etc._ The game was hot, and then you’ll swear That Jordan (Heart of Oak) was there, _With a thump, thump, etc._; And gallant Holmes, that never fails, Torn and hurt, yet still prevails, Valiant with or without his sails, _With a thump, thump, etc._ The _Royal Charles_ was all their aim, (For there they knew was princely game), _With a thump, etc._ _Seven Provinces_ here spend their quire (De Ruyter’s mighty triple tyre), But had his answer all in fire, _With a thump, thump, etc._ For here our glorious Prince and Duke Gave him such a sore rebuke, _With a thump, etc._, That now De Ruyter finds it clear The warlike English have no peer, Who dare do anything but fear _A thump, thump, etc._ The _Soveraign_ came to revenge her wrongs (Becalm’d a while for want of lungs), _Without any thump, etc._, But soon as her dredful sail displaied, Good Lord, what lanes and wrecks she made! The devill a Dutch came nigh or staid, _For fear of a thump, thump, etc._ Her balls of fire, the Flemming sees, Are thrice as big as a Holland cheese, _With a thump, etc._; And now they ran, they ran, they ran, And left poor Zealand shift as it can; They made him there rere, who would be the van-- --_Van Trump, Trump, Trump, etc._ The King’s own colours (Red and White) Pursu’d the Boors all day and night, _With a thump, etc._ O how ’twould Lords and Commons please To see our _Soveraign of the Seas_ Chasing their _Seven Provinces_, _With a thump, etc._ Over flatts and banks we fir’d their tails Till we heard their croaking nightingales, _With a thump, etc._ This difference ’twixt two navies stands: Ours built for the sea, and theirs for the sands; We had sent them else to their last Netherlands _With a thump, thump, etc._