Their shott still at our tackling flew, Lest when they ran we should pursue, _With a thump, etc._; For though the Dutch are sea-men grown, Bold English are the marks-men known, And therefore kill them six for one, _With a thump, thump, etc._ Our rere was Smith, with other two (Spragge and Kempthorn) both true blew, _With a thump, etc._ And here the Zealanders came on, Who stoutly gave us gun for gun, Till Holland-like they also run, _With a thump, thump, etc._ ‘In, in, in, in,’ said valiant Spragge, ‘Wee’l beat this vapouring Trump to th’ Hague’ _With a thump, etc._ His chaplain fell to his wonted work, Cryed, ‘Now for the King and the Duke of York!’ He prayed like a Christian and fought like a Turk, _With a thump, thump, etc._ Six thousand Dutch (a Low-Country dish) We sent to their own cozen the fish, _With a thump, etc._ The rest into holes so tamely crawl That little _Fanfan_ dar’d them all, Great Rupert’s sloop is an admirall. _With a thump, thump, etc._ What Amsterdamnable cowards are these To boast that they were lords of the seas, _With a thump, etc._ Their impudent Gazette proclaims How bravely they lock’d up the Thames! But had no leave from Charles or James, _And therefore had a thump, thump, etc._ And now De Witt’s new Holland Rump (Who rides the States) will burn to th’ stump, _With a thump, etc._; For George in England once before Hath fir’d one Rump, and will do more, Till men and bells all Dutch-land o’re _Sing rump, rump, etc._ Then let them invent some other cheat, Go hang their captains ’cause th’ are beat _With a thump, etc._ Let Monsieur and Myn Heer that snarls At our _Soveraign_ and _Royal Charles_, Beware of Ruperts and Albemarles. _With a thump, thump, etc._ [Sir JOHN BIRKENHEAD.] _THE SECOND PART OF THE LATE AND TERRIBLE FIGHT ON ST. JAMES’S DAY, ONE THOUSAND 666._ To the Tune of the First Part. A Second Part I here indite Of the English and Dutch bloody fight, _With a thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, Thump, thump upon thump_. This only tells what was done since The renowned Duke and famous Prince Made the Seven-headed Beast to wince, _With a thump, etc._ As you the first so sing this too To the French tune call’d Monsieur Ragou _With a thump, etc._ Or else because that this discourses Of Beaufort’s and De Ruyter’s forces, Call the tune the Dancing Hobby Horses, _With a thump, etc._ Sing not High English in Low Dutch, Though now our foes are truly such, _With a thump, etc._ This must be sung, not said at all, And they that sing must rise and fall; In this ballad too the tune is all, _With a thump, etc._