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R226328 2 Packingtons Pound Packington's Pound Packingtons Pound to the same tune Packington's Pound To the Same Tune WHat Sots & Madmen we Dutchmen now be / To vapor and domineer thus on the Sea, IN every Engagement which has bin all along / we have ruin'd the English still has bin the song Then let's hang up our States our Masters & mates / And make their ambition look thorow Iron grates. Then let's hang up our States our Masters & mates / And make their ambition look thorow Iron grates. [with variation] British Library - Luttrell Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 88 The Dutchmans acknow- / ledgement of his Errors. / OR / A Dutch Ballad translated into English. / Setting forth the base and false reports that they are subject to believe. With a description of the / shame that they cry on that State for bringing on them so many troubles. The Dutchman's acknowledgement of his Errors. OR A Dutch Ballad translated into English. Setting forth the base and false reports that they are subject to believe. With a description of the shame that they cry on that State for bringing on them so many troubles. ?-? J. Clarke

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WHat Sots & Madmen we Dutchmen now be To vapor and domineer thus on the Sea, The English born we have offended so sore From kicking and beating us will not give ore, We'r beat back and side To aswage our Pride And nothing will favor us Wind nor yet Tide. Then let's hang up our States our Masters & mates And make their ambition look thorow Iron grates.
Such great heavy burdens of Taxes we have Not one single Stiver in our Pockets we save, We suffer yet dayly by Sea and by Land & by boasting & cracking we're meerly trappand: They tell us the Foe Be conquered so That they chase all their Ships on the Seas too & fro Then let's hang, etc.
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IN every Engagement which has bin all along we have ruin'd the English still has bin the song Bells Ringing & Bon-fires we have had store For joy that the English dare fight us no more, But we find they be lyes The Commonalty cryes We'l be feasted no more with stories that flyes. Then let's hang up our States our Masters & mates And make their ambition look thorow Iron grates. We may thank our Ancestors who was the cause Which abused the English 'gainst reason & Laws When as we sold them to Heathens for Slaves And many we buried alive in their Graves, At whipping-posts we Used them cruelly We cut of their flesh most bloody to see, we mangled their bowels to increase the more pain Not thinking we ever should pay for the same. Then of late years again we invented new ways For which we have neither thansss nor yet praise Some verses were writ and pictures were draw'd which in taverns & ale-houses we scatterd abroad We set our Muse The brave English to 'buse If it were to do now we would it refuse For we thought that no Nation could do us wrong Which made us to domineer so all along. We forgot that the English e're stood our frinds which makes us abuse them to make um amends We forget the time of a Distressed State Because of high matters we dayly do prate. But the time now is near I greatly do fear We must write Distressed as it doth appear. Then let's hang, etc.
Our Merchants is taken our Trade is decay'd Yet still we be gainers as often is said, In the late Engagement was fought on our coast We heard that the English Fleet was a most lost But I find we prate Of what they relate, For they lost ne're a Ship & we lost above eight. Besides fifteen hundred brave Seamen were slain Which ne're more will come for to fight on the Main. Here's many brave wounded men dy on the shore & a many that lives now will ne're fight no more For the English do fight like a noble brave crew And home to our doors they do us pursue, Our East-India Fleet Doth make us to weep, For the English has taken some & doth them keep. And they wait for the rest, and I very much fear They'l leave us but a few for to harbor in here. Would our States had been hanged which caused these wars For thousands of men undergoes wounds & scars, Besides widdows, & fatherless children great store Which be ready to ask relief at a Door: Here's some without Feet On the stones now do creep And some without Arms which makes us to weep Then let's hang, etc. An English-man we do love very well And I'me sorry that ever this difference fell, God bless Prince Rupert and his Navy I pray And I hope we shall never more lye in his way. God send us a peace That Wars they may cease & grant that true Love amongst us may increase. And lets hang up, etc.
FINIS. L. White. Printed for J. Clarke at the Bible and Harp in West-smith-Field.