Neptunes raging fury, OR, The Gallant Sea-mens 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.
To the Tune of, When the Stormy Windes doe blow.
YOu Gentle men of England
That lives at home at ease,
Full litle doe you think upon
The dangers of the Seas;
Give ear unto the Marriners,
And they will plainly show,
The cares and the feares,
When the stormy windes doe blow.
All you that will be Sea-men,
Must bear a valiant heart,
For when you come upon the Seas
You must not think to start;
Nor once to be faint hearted
In Haile, Rain nor Snow;
Nor to shriek, nor to shrink,
When the stormy winds doe blow,
The bitter storms and Tempests
Poore Sea-men must endure,
Both day & night, with many a fright
We seldome rest secure:
Our sléep it is disturbed,
With visions strange to know,
And with dreams on the streams,
When the stormy winds doe blow.
In Claps of roring thunder,
Which darknesse doth enforce,
We often finde our ships to stray
Beyond our wonted course,
Which causeth great distractions,
And sincks our hearts full low;
Tis in vain to complain
When the stormy winds do blow.
Sometimes in Neptunes bosome,
Our ships is tost with waves;
And every man expecting
The Sea to be their Graves.
Then up aloft she mounteth,
And down again so low:
Tis with Waves, O with Waves!
When the stormy winds doe blow.
Then down we fall to prayers,
With all our might and thought
When refuge all doth faile us,
Tis that must bear us out:
To God we call for succour,
For he it is we know
That must aid us, and save us
When stormy windes doe blow.
The Second Part,
to the same Tune.
THe Lawyer and the Usurer,
That sits in Gowns of Firr,
In Closets warm, can take no harm,
Abroad they need not stirre,
When winter fierce with cold doth pierce
And beats with Haile and Snow,
We are sure to endure,
When the stormy windes doe blow.
We bring home costly Merchandize
And Iewels of great price,
To serve our English Gallantrie,
With many a rare device,
To please the Noble Gentry
Our pains we freely show,
For we toyle, and we moyle,
When the stormy windes doe blow.
We sometimes saile to th' Indies,
to fetch home Spices rare:
Sometimes again, to France & Spain
For wines beyond compare,
Whilest Gallants are carousing
In Taverns on a row;
Then we sweep o're the deep,
When the stormy windes do blow.
When Tempests are blown over
And greatest fears are past;
In weather faire, and temperate aire
We straight lye down to rest;
But when the Billows tumble,
And waves doe furious grow:
Then we rowse, up we rowse,
When the stormy windes doe blow.
If Enemies oppose us,
When England is at Wars
With any forreign Nations
We fear not wounds and Scars:
Our roring Guns shall teach them
Our valour for to know,
Whilest they reele, in the Keele,
When the stormy winds doe blow.
We are no Cowardly shrinkers,
But English-men true bred
We'le play our parts, like valiant hearts
And never fly for dread:
We'le ply our busines nimbly
When ere we come or go,
With our mates, to the straits,
When the stormy winds doe blow.
Then Courage all brave Marriners,
And never be dismaid,
Whilest we have bold Adventurers
We ne're shall want a trade:
Our Merchants will imploy us,
To fetch them wealth I know:
Then to be bold, work for Gold,
When the stormy winds doe blow,
When we return in safety,
With wages for our pains:
The Tapster and the Vintener
Will help to share our gains:
Wee'le call for liquor roundly,
And pay before we goe;
Then we'le rore, on the shore,
When the stormy windes doe blow.
FINIS.
London, Printed by T. Mabb, for Ric. Burton, at the Horse-shoe in Smith-field