The Dutch Damnified ; or, the Butter-Boxes Bob'd

Ring bells for joy, let none be sad,
For now we have news will make you glad,
Will make you blith and merry too
To see how the Dutch are forc'd to bow :
Their brags and boasts will not prevail,
We'll teach them for to lowre their sail.
Then, Hogan Mogans, 'ware your pates,
For now we shall make you distressed States.

We paid you home in July last,
And soundly did your sides bumbast;
If that you had not swiftly run
You surely had been quite undone :
But now we are landed on your shore,
And found the way to make you poor.
Then, Hogan Mogans, 'ware your pates,
For now we shall make you distressed States.

For all your idle vain excuses
E're long we shall pull up your sluces ;
Our men have found a way to land,
As you by this will understand:
It will be but a bitter pill
When such sad news your hearts do fill.
Then, Hogan Mogans, 'ware your pates,
For now we shall make you distressed States.

You in your harbours lurk for fear,
Not thinking such bad news to hear ;
We scorn to come and steal your sheep,
And then like thieves away to creep :
Your towns to burn, and ships to fire,
Is work that Englishmen desire.
Then, Hogan Mogans, ft ware your pates,
For now we shall make you distressed States.

Sir Robert Holmes, that valiant knight
Had orders upon Tuesday night
The Uly Island for to burn
And quite destroy't ere he return:
Sir Philip Howard did him assist,
Sir William Jennings he did his best.
Then, Hogan Mogans, curse your fates,
For now we shall make you distressed States.

They chose eleven hundred men
To pull the Dutch out of their den ;
With fire-ships, ketches, boats, and hoyes,
Well mann'd with lusty English boyes :
With joyful hearts they leave the fleet,
And sayle away their foes to meet.
Then, Hogan Mogans, curse your fates,
For now we shall make you distressed States.

At length they spy'd without all faile
One hundred and seventy saile
Of merchant ships which anchored were
In Uly road, being void of fear.
Sir Robert Holmes he thought it meet
With fire-ships to destroy that fleet.
Then, Hogan Mogans, 'ware your pates,
For now we shall make you distressed States.

So hotly they pursued the game
That straight the fleet was on a flame :
Some frigats which the rest did guard,
Just like their neighbours, so they far'd ;
Our men most furiously were bent,
And burnt them down incontinent.
Then, Hogan Mogans, "'ware your pates,
For now we shall make you distressed States.

This being done away we haste,
The Schelling Island for to waste,
And there we fright our cowardly foes,
And land our men where none oppose.
Then up we martch into the isle,
Our 'crafty foes for to beguile.
Then, Hogan and Mogan, 'ware your pates,
For now we shall make you distressed States.

When they heard of our coming nigh,
Away they fled, all that could fiye,
And left their goods and all the rest,
To be dispos'd as we thought best.
The bravest town in all that place
We burnt quite down and did deface.
Now, Hogan Mogan, beware your pates,
For now we shall make you distressed States.

Our men had plunder there good store,
To make them rich, they'l ne'er be poor;
They brought away great store of plate, .
And now they quaff their cups in state;
Their cabbins are like gold-smith shops,
God send us many such like crops.
Now, Hogan Mogan, curse your fates,
For now we shall make you distressed States.

Their trugtail'd frows were in a maze
To see their town all on a blaze;
They wept and waild and wrung their jaws,
And cursed their States, which was the cause.

May all that's enemies to our King
Be brought to such like banquetting.
Now, Hogan Mogans, curse your fates ,
For now we shall make you distressed States.