The downfall of Lewis le Grand is reckon’d So far above that of Philip the Second: _Old England, etc._ ’Twas in eight eight Queen Bess swept the main, In ninety-two Queen Mary the same: _Old England, etc._ Now all English lads not enter’d their teens Shall chant forth the praise of those Protestant Queens, _Protestant Queens! Protestant Queens! Shall chant out the praise of those Protestant Queens_. Our London merchants will now live at ease, May trade without convoys all over the seas: _Old England, etc._ The New-Castle men may bring in their coals; And never must Petres say Mass in Paul’s, _Mass in Paul’s! Mass in Paul’s! And never must Petres say Mass in Paul’s_. _THE VALIANT SEAMEN’S COURAGE:_ Who by the order of the Right Honourable Admiral Russel did on the tenth of May perform a brave exploit on the French, burning thirty-eight sail of their merchantmen, and taking a man-of-war, to the great honour of the English nation. To the Tune of _Fond boy_, etc. Joyful tydings I bring; let us merrily sing Till we make the whole nation with triumph to ring; For an admiral, he, by his conduct at sea, Now has made the poor French-men to come by the lee. _This is but the beginning of what we intend For to shew them before the brave summer does end._ A detachment sent out bravely scour’d about Till they put a whole fleet of French ships to the rout; We were four or five sail, who to fight never fail, And the one carry’d fiery flames in her tail. _This, etc._ To these merchants of France we did fairly advance; So good was our fortunate, prosperous chance That we put them in fear: to the shore they did steer, While we follow’d with thundering shot in the reer. _This, etc._ Some was sailing for Brest and St. Malo’s, we guest, To fair Dunkirk with stores and provision the rest; But their voyage we stay’d and fierce havock we made, While our thundering cannons against them we play’d. _This, etc._ Quoth the frighted Mounsieur, ‘To de shore let us steer, Here is coming five sail of de proud Englateer; Now, begar, let us run from de noise of deir gun, Or dey’ll serve us as dey did our dear _Rising Sun_.’ _Yet this is but a taste, boys, of what we intend For to give them before the brave summer does end._ As they fled in disgrace still we mended our pace, And, like true sons of thunder, we follow’d the chase, Where in harbour near shore thirty-eight sail or more We did set all on fire; in flames they did roar. _This, etc._ When our project did take, such a flame it did make, Just as if the seas had been a fiery lake; All their charges and cost of their cargo were lost: Now was ever poor French-men so plaguely crost? _This, etc._