The terrible fight on St. James’s Day Ended with Ruyter’s running away, _With a thump, etc._ The first part did th’ officers prayse, The Duke of York and King now saies The sea-men too deserve some bays, _With a thump, etc._ For though the officers bear the bell The private sea-men rang the Dutch knel, _With a thump, etc._ The Bores fought well, with brandy drunk; But in two houres their courage sunk, And then like beaten stock-fish stunk, _With a thump, etc._ Goliath-like look’d Houndsfoot and Skellum, But Monk and’s fryers with sling and stones fell ’um, _With a thump, etc._ Ruyter swears that Trump came not to ’s aid; Trump swears Ruyter ran like coward, afraid. We had done both their works had they staid, _With a thump, etc._ While Trump and Ruyter sneake in th’ Welling The brave English land at Uly and Schelling _With a thump, etc._ A thousand homes with eight score ships We fired like so many chips, And made the States to bite their lips, _With a thump, etc._ This was a most prodigious rap, To loose five millions at a clap, _With a thump, etc._ We beg but one boon more, kinde Fates, Their India fleet, and then, proud States, Wee’l make you shit as small as rats, _With a thump, etc._ Old Rome neere did ought worth a doyt, Compar’d with Holmes’s brave exploit, _With a thump, etc._ The tale of ten years’ war for Hellen Homer had never thought worth telling Had he but heard of Uly and Schelling, _With a thump, etc._ Twelve East-land ships did likewise fall in- To the hands of stout Sir Thomas Allen, _With a thump, etc._ And now, in spite of Adelar And Beaufort too, we’ve pitch and tarr And ropes enough to end the warr _With a thump, etc._ Our victory hath but one flaw, The unhappy loss of the _Breda_, _Without any thump, etc._ On the Dutch coast she ran aground, And without men was strangely found: They merit hanging if not drown’d, _With a thump, etc._ This vessel’s luck was never good; In her five captains lost their blood, _With a thump, etc._ At her mishap we must not grutch; ’Twas Heaven’s will it should be such, Because that the ship’s name was Dutch. _With a thump, etc._ Alas! alas! poor baffl’d Hans, The Dane can’t ayd thee, nor dares France. _Thou, thou hast had thump upon thump, Thump, thump upon thump._ The Monsieur’s fleet a mangy crew is. Monk’s brave boys eat beef and brewis, Cry, ‘A f---- for Denmark and King Lewis!’ _With a thump, etc._