The Valiant Seaman's Congratulation to his Sacred Majesty King Charles II

Great Charles, your English seamen upon our bended knee,
Present ourselves as freemen, unto your Majesty,
Beseeching God to blesse you where-ever that you go,
So we pray, night and day, when the stormy winds do blow.

In darkest nights, or shipwracks, alwayes we are on our guard :
Of French or Turkish pirats, we never were afraid.
But cal'd stout English sea-men where-ever that we go,
For we make, them to quake, when the stormy winds do blow.

We are your valiant sea-men that brought you out of Spain :
And will as war-like free-men your royal cause maintain.
If you will give commission to wars with France wee'l go :
Then shall we, merry be, when the stormy winds do blow.

'Twas we did sail you over to English ground agen ;
And landed you at Dover, with all your noble men.
For which we are renowned where-ever we do go :
Honour will, tend us still, when the stormy winds do blow.

And now we are a ranging upon the ocean seas,
The Frenchmen they are changing and cannot be at ease,
For we will make their top-sailes unto our fleet shall bow :
Then shall we, merry be, when the stormy winds do blow.

Sometimes our tacklings breaking, our masts are cut in two :
Our ships are often leaking, great straits we're put unto.
In great tempestuous weather, which few at home doth know,
Thus do we, live at sea, when the stormy winds do blow.

When some at home are feeding and cheering up themselves,
Then we at sea are bleeding amongst the rocks and shelves.
Yet greater dangers ready, still we will undergo,
For our King, and will sing, when the stormy winds do blow.

Sometimes when we are sailing our victuals they grow scarse,
Our wives at home bewailing and pittying of our case,
In thinking of the dangers poore seamen undergo.
For our King, still we sing, when the stormy winds do blow.

Yet we are still couragious with any foe to fight :
If Turk or Jew ingage us we put them to the flight,
And make them give us homage before we let them go:
For our King, then we sing, when the stormy winds do blow.

We are the prop of trading, what kind so ere it be:
The originall of lading youre ships with treasury.
None goes beyond a sea-man in riches, gold, and store :
For he brings, wealth to kings, when the stormy winds do blow.

We have some sneezing pouder, the Dutch-man fain would have,
'Twill make him speak the louder, if Kings he will not have.
And cause him to remember the phisick taking so :
When shall we, merry be, when the stormy winds do blow.

Great King wee'l make you famous, youre glory shall out-shine
Romulus and Remus, Godolph or Constantine.
Wee'l bring you gold and treasure by sailing to and fro :
And will fight, day and night, to preserve you from your foe.