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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B03672	Holland turn'd to tinder, or Englands third great royal victory. Being an exact narrative brought by Captain Talbot Commander of the Elizabeth a fourth rate frigat of the blew [sic] squadron ... which news hath been continued here by other persons from aboard the Royal Charles, who give account of a total rout to the Dutch, ... All this was performed on Wednesday and Thursday 25. and 26. of July, 1666. The tune is, Packingtons pound.		1666 (1666)	Wing H2445A; ESTC R178086	2,075	1

Holland turn'd to Tinder OR ENGLANDS Third Great Royal VICTORY Being an exact Narrative brought by Captain Talbot Commander of the Elizabeth a fourth rate Frigat of the Blew Squadron who on wednesday night came into Harwitch and sent an Express to the KING at White-hall of all that had past betwixt both the fleets before and in the Fight which news hath been continued since by other rersons from aboard the Royal Charles who give account of a total Rout given to the Dutch and a great Victory obtained against them insomuch that they are beaten and block'd in their own Harbors All this was performed on Wednesday and Thursday 25. and 26. of July 1666. The Tune is Packingtons pound THe weather is clear which was late over cast our long expectation's are answer'd at last With News from the Navie which I shal impart Enough to rejoyce every English-mans heart That 's honest and true And is not a Jew but would give to God and to Cesar his Due This will be a joyfull and Royal Relation To such as love God the King and the Nation those D●tel Demigorgons Gods power convinces makes them all Servant that aim'd to be Princes On Wednesday last the twenty fift day of July Came in this Narration which I le tell ye truly From brave Cay Talbot a man of stout carriage That then brought a part of this News into Harwich Both Ruine and Rage In brave Equipage Last wednesday at noone both the fléets did ingage The winds were our freinds did fly out our sails With very fresh Northerly brave top-sail gales We din'd with the Hogens upon their own Coast You might a had Dutch-men there boild or roast At first both the Navies did fight in a Line Thrée hours with much fury force but in fine The Enemies Fléet into thrée Squadrons flew And Sir Jeremie Smith Admiral of the Blew By lot was to face Persue and to Chase out the Zelanders Squadron the strongest that was They fought it out furiously all the day after And fiercely incounter'd like wild-fire water A Frigat of ours called the Resolution Was burnt by the Dutch in this depth of confusion The white and red squadrons did ply y● two other So fast that they almost were choak'd with the smother They tugg'd very hard who should stand it out longest Our blew was the weakest the Zealand the strongest And yet they fight 'Till so late at night that powder and darkness depriv'd them of sight The two Hollan● squadrons both turn'd tail fled Pursued by the squadrons of our White and Red Vpon thursday morning betwixt nine and ten The Zealand's were cripled and hopp'd home agen The second Part to the same Tune TO aid the blew squadron a thousand stout men Were sent in five frigats by sir William Pen And Talbot doth tell us ere he did retire On wednesday night he saw six Dutch ships on fire Two hundred almost Of our men were lost such victories seldom are gain'd without cost The ●ealanders Admiral some think is gone Vnto his last home when his stag was shot down 'T is highly presum'd by the best knowing men They nere will be able to fight us agen The prestmen wel mingl'd with stout voluntiers Did drink away dolor and fight away fears Our small shot did stand to 't with valiant desire Their Guns spit sparkl'd like bay-leaves in fire Our Canons did roare They sunk and they tore thousands that heard them will nere hear them more It is better far in a good cause to dye Then with a bad conscience to live great high And in act of honour there 's no better thing Then dye a true Martyr for God and the King Our white and red squadrons Du Ruiter engag'd Five bouts till at last his fierce fury aswag'd He fought as if he bad been Mars his own son From ten in the morning till three afternoon Our Red and our White Did dazel his sight they made him to turn and to run away quite For no other reason as some men suppose But courage did fall from his heart to his hose Though bad men séek victory and think to win it It never will prosper if God be not in it Our Frigots persued him our Canons did roare Vntil they were come within two miles of shore Our great Ships persu'd continu'd the slaughter So far till they were within six fathom water They durst not look back To see what we lack but posting for life to their Harbours they tack Their Flags being struck and not set up again 'T is thought that Ven Trump Du Ruiter is slain He that doth protect us will save us from evil In spight of the Dutch the Dane or the Devil Besides all the damage our Shipping hath done To Vessels men in their fight and their run Two very stout Ships we have taken and fir'd And in them five hundred and ninety men tyr'd With tagging for that They cannot get at to make England stoop to their pittyful State When slaves are turn'd princes no tyrants so evil When beggers are mounted they ride to the Devil No Souls so insulting as such sordid Slaves As climb to preferment on honest mens graves Our Gen'rals and Navy are all safe and sound The Prince the Duke have our foes in the pound They in their own Harbors are pris'ners at ease The King of great Brittain Commands where he please VVe ride on the Ocean And waite for the Motion to venter again they have no great devotion had they not crept in they 'd been burnt to a cinder And Holland by this time had béen turn'd to tinder God bless King Quéen with the Duke all such As are friends to great Brittain foes to the Dutch With Allowance London Printed by F. Crowch for F. Coles T. Vere and J Wright