For, though simple, we know
That soft murmurs will grow
At the last unto down-right Sedition.
We care not who says,
And intends it dispraise, 80 That an Angler t' a Fool is next neighbour;
Let him prate, what care we,
We're as honest as he,
And so let him take that for his labour.
We covet no Wealth 85 But the Blessing of Health,
And that greater good Conscience within;
Such Devotion we bring
To our God and our King,
That from either no offers can win. 90
Whilst we sit and fish,
We do pray as we wish,
For long life to our King James the Second;
Honest Anglers then may,
Or they've very foul play, 95 With the best of good Subjects be reckon'd.
____________________Song; Written at Sea, in the First Dutch War, 1665, The Night before an Engagement1
To ALL you ladies now at land
We men at sea indite;
But first wou'd have you understand
How hard it is to write;
The Muses now, and Neptune too, 5 We must implore to write to you,
With a fa, la, la, la, la.