Neptune's Raging Fury:
OR, THE
Gallant Seaman's Sufferings.
Being a Relation of their Perils and Dangers, and of the extraordinary Hazards
they undergo in their noble Adventures. Together with their undaunted Valour and
rare Constancy in all their Extremities: and the manner of their Rejoycing on Shore,
at their return home. Tune of, When the Stormy Winds do blow, etc.
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YOu Gentlemen of England,
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that live at home at ease,
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Full little do you think upon
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the danger of the Seas;
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Give ear unto the Marriners,
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and they will plainly show,
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The cares and the fears
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when the stormy winds do blow.
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All you that will be Sea-men,
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must bear a valiant heart,
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For when you come upon the Seas,
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you must not think to start,
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Nor once to be faint-hearted,
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in hail, rain, or snow,
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Nor to shrink, nor to shrink
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when the stormy winds do blow.
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The bitter storms and tempests
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poor Sea-men must endure,
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Both day and night, with many a fright,
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we seldom rest secure;
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Our sleep it is disturbed,
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with visions strange to know,
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And with dreams on the streams,
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when the stormy winds do blow.
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In claps of roaring thunder,
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which darkness doth enforce,
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We often find our ships to stray
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beyond our wanted course;
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Which causeth great distractions,
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and sinks our hearts full low,
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'Tis in vain to complain
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when the stormy winds do blow.
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Sometimes in Neptunes bosom
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our ship is tost in waves,
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And every Man expecting
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the Sea to be their graves;
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Then up aloft she mounteth,
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and down again so low;
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'Tis with waves, O with waves
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when the stormy winds do blow.
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Then down again we fall to prayer,
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with all our might and thought,
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When refuge all doth fail us,
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that must bear us out,
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To God we call for succour,
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for he it is we know,
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That must aid us, and save us
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when the stormy winds do blow.
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The Lawyer and the Usurer,
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that sits in gowns of fur,
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In closets warm can take no harm,
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abroad they need not stir;
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When winter fierce with cold doth pierce,
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and beats with hail and snow,
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We are sure to endure
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when the stormy winds di blow.
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We bring home costly merchandize,
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and jewels of great price,
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To serve our English Gallantry,
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with many a rare device;
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To please the English Gallantry,
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our pains we freely show,
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For we toyl and moile
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when the stormy winds do blow.
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We sometimes sail to the Indies,
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to fetch home Spices rare,
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Sometimes 'gain to France and Spain,
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for Wines beyond compare;
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Whilst Gallants are carrousing
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in Taverns on a row,
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Then we sweep o're the deep,
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when the stormy winds do blow.
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When Tempests are blown over,
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and greatest fears are past,
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Ay, weather fair, and temperate air,
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we straight lye down to rest;
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But when the billows tumble,
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and waves do furious grow,
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Then we rouse up, up we rouse
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when the stormy winds do blow.
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If Enemies oppose us,
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when England is at Wars,
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With any Forreign Nations,
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we fear not wounds nor scars;
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Our roaring guns shall teach 'em
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our valour for to know,
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Whilst they reel, in the keel,
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when the stormy winds do blow.
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We are no cowardly Shrinkers,
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but true English Men bred,
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We'll play our parts like valliant Hearts,
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and never fly for dread;
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We'll ply our business nimbly,
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where are we come or go,
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With our Mates to the Straights,
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when the stormy winds do blow.
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Then courage, all brave Marriners,
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and never be dismaid,
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Whilst we have bold adventures,
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we ne'r shall want a trade;
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Our Merchants will imploy us,
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to fetch them wealth, I know;
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Then be bold, work for gold,
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when the stormy winds do blow.
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When we return in safety,
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with wages for our pains,
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The Tapster and the Vintner
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will help to share our gains;
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We'll call for Liquor roundly,
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and pay before we go;
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Then we'll roar on the shoar,
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when the stormy winds do blow.
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