%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> To our Valiant ENGLISH NATION, / An ENCOMIUM on that VVorthy Exploit of Capt. JOHN BADDISON, Com- / mander of the Swallow, of 180 Tuns, and 26 Men; who preserv'd himself, and two other / small Ships, from a Turks Man of War, of 36 Guns, and 220 Men; whom he, after a long / and terrible Fight, very honourably repulsed, and brought home 4 of the Turk Prisoners. F., J. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1671-1671 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/25/2014 32732

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R176979 APollo, Pallas, and the Muses all / Assist me (seeing for your help I call) Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 80 To our Valiant ENGLISH NATION, / An ENCOMIUM on that VVorthy Exploit of Capt. JOHN BADDISON, Com- / mander of the Swallow, of 180 Tuns, and 26 Men; who preserv'd himself, and two other / small Ships, from a Turks Man of War, of 36 Guns, and 220 Men; whom he, after a long / and terrible Fight, very honourably repulsed, and brought home 4 of the Turk Prisoners. To our Valiant ENGLISH NATION, An ENCOMIUM on that VVorthy Exploit of Capt. JOHN BADDISON, Com- mander of the Swallow, of 180 Tuns, and 26 Men; who preserv'd himself, and two other small Ships, from a Turks Man of War, of 36 Guns, and 220 Men; whom he, after a long and terrible Fight, very honourably repulsed, and brought home 4 of the Turk Prisoners. To our Valiant ENGLISH NATION, An ENCOMIUM on that Worthy Exploit of Capt. JOHN BADDISON, Commander of the Swallow, of 180 Tuns, and 26 Men; who preserved himself, and two other small Ships, from a Turk's Man of War, of 36 Guns, and 220 Men; whom he, after a long and terrible Fight, very honorably repulsed, and brought home 4 of the Turk Prisoners. F., J. 1671-1671

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APollo, Pallas, and the Muses all Assist me (seeing for your help I call) I want your Aid now to direct my Pen, To write the Praise of Valiant Englishmen, Who through all Ages have been much renown'd, And for their Courage are with Honour crown'd. Since first this Land receiv'd the British name, It never wanted some t'extol its Fame. We ride triumphant with our Flags display'd: (All Nations prosper when they have our Aid) Lords of the World's great Wasts, the Ocean; We Whole Forests send to reign upon the Sea. Our little World (the image of the Great, Like that amidst the boundless Ocean set) Of its own growth hath all that Nature craves, And all that's rare, as Tribute from the Waves: The taste of hot Arabia's Spice we know, Free from the scorching Sun that made it so. Without the Worm, in Persian Silks we shine: And, without planting, drink of every Vine. To dig for Wealth we weary not our limbs; Gold (though the heaviest mettal) hither swims. We reign i'th' Ocean, and rule o're the Main; No Foreign Nation durst our wills restrain. Angels and we have this Prerogative, That none can to our happy Seat arrive; Whilst we descend at pleasure to invade The Bad with Vengeance, and the Good with Aid. The once great Spaniard, by our General Drake, Was made to tremble, and his Fleet to shake, With Thunder-claps which from Drakes sides did fly, Threatning destruction to his Enemy. Since him succeeded many Worthies more, Which on the Ocean made their Cannons Roar. Our Royal Duke did with his valiant Fleet Make Horror, Slaughter and Confusion meet: His Cannon bullets thick as Hail did fly, Whose dire effects ten thousand caus'd to dye: His Courage, Valour, and his Prowess then Was a true Pattern for brave English-men, Whose steps they follow, and with full desire Wrongs to revenge, their Passion's set on fire; They'l venture life and limbs, and all in fight, So to preserve their King and Countries Right. Our wealthy Merchants do their Ships forth send; These Martial Neptunes do their Goods defend. In Storms and Tempests they their skill make known; When met with Pyrats, then their might is shown. As instance here the brave Exploit that I In following Verse present unto your Eye. From Port a Port our HERO took his flight, With Canvas wings, to entertain the Night On th' Oceans deep, where Billows lofty rise, Mounting their Surges to th' unconstant Skyes; And after two dayes spent, he lost the fight Of great Bajona, and prepar'd to fight With a proud Turk, who from Argier was sent, And swiftly gave them chase, to the intent That they might take, and ransack, and enthral The Bodies, Minds, and Christian Souls of all.
But those base Pagans never can prevail, If once our English Banners them assail. Our worthy Captain first did cause to fly Two little Ships that by him close did lye; Who from the fury of the Foes did glide, Being befriended by Night, Wind, and Tyde. Then being ready, and his Guns run out, He then prepared for a bloody Bout; Like Thunder, Lightning, and a Tempest great; Like Raging Waves, which on the Rocks do beat: Ev'n so our Captain, at his drawing nigh, Vollies Discharg'd at his proud Enemy; The Waves did tremble, and the Heavens blush, When these two Champions did together rush. The Turks they board us, knowing not the strength Of Valiant English, which they felt at length: Presumption prompt them on to graple strong, Which was too hot to be endur'd long; For being on Deck, some in the Air did fly, Others our warlike Engines forc'd to die: Yet six remain'd, which almost laid us waste, By cutting Sails and Rigging from our Mast: For which bold fact, two made the Sea their grave; The rest cry'd Quarter, which we freely gave. There might you see their Bodies go to wreck, Heads, Arms and Legs bestrew'd upon the Deck. This was their fate, which then they could not shun, Their Blood did off the Deck, like water, run. Our Men between Decks with their great Guns tore And rent the Hull of the Turks Ship so sore, Made them leave off, and from our sides to shrink, Lest they should all of the Salt-water drink; Their Ship lying by to stop her Leaks, and then Resolves to prove our Valour once agen. Our Sea-men bold, that never daunted were, To their proud Foes like Lions did appear, Threatning destruction, whilst a lucky Gun Made their Ship tremble, and our sides to shun; Not once more daring to approach us nigh, But from us at a distance far to lie. The Night came on, a pleasant Gale appears, They left each other; ours directly steers To her desired Port: safely arriv'd Our English Captain, and all that surviv'd. Sixteen were wounded, and three kill'd outright; The Ship sore Shatterd, and Sails burnt in fight; Only the Sprit and Main-sail left untore, Which brought them safely to our English shore: Where being arriv'd, were by his Majesty, And Royal Duke, welcom'd most graciously. For which brave Act the King an Order gave The Captain should a Chain and Medal have. The Merchants did with honour him commend, Because their Goods he bravely did defend. He was not daunted with their mighty Force, 'Twas not their power could retard his Course. 'Tis Valour, a good Cause, and Man-like Sp'rit That stirs up truly Valiant Men to fight.
J.F. Sold by John Favel in Exchange-Alley in Cornhil, over against the Royal Exchange, 1671.