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The Dutch in the Medway

[words Rudyard Kipling, music Peter Bellamy]

The Dutch in the Medway is one of twenty-three poems written by Rudyard Kipling for C.R.L. Fletcher's A School History of England (1911).

Tundra sang The Dutchmen in 1980 on their Greenwich Village album The Kentish Songster. They commented in their sleeve notes:

In 1667, 80 Dutch warships, 25 fireships and about 18,500 soldiers and sailors commanded by De Ruyter sailed up the Medway and caused acute embarrassment to the British Navy. Having occupied Sheerness for three days, though, they decided to go home, but not before creating a thoroughly discreditable episode in our national history. Rudyard Kipling was moved to write this protest some 250 years later, and the use of the tune The Farmer's Boy was the idea of Don Morgan of the excellent ‘Curate's Egg’.

Peter Bellamy sang The Dutch in the Medway on his privately issued cassette of 1982, The Maritime England Suite, accompanied by Dorothy Collins playing piano and Ursula Pank playing cello. He sang it again, this time with Jim Ellison providing bass harmony, in 1989 on his album Rudyard Kipling Made Exceedingly Good Songs. He commented in the sleeve notes:

Also from the School History, more cautionary thoughts on the dangers of unpreparedness in an uncertain world, the moral here stemming from De Ruyter's humiliation of Charles II's run-down navy.

This video shows the Dutch singer Peter Koene singing The Dutch in the Medway in the Pleintheater in Amsterdam on February 18, 2012:

Doug Eunson sang The Dutch in the Medway in 2016 on his and Sarah Matthews' CD Song and Laughter.

Lyrics

1664-72

If wars were won by feasting,
    Or victory by song,
Or safety found in sleeping sound,
    How England would be strong!
But honour and dominion
    Are not maintainèd so.
They're only got by sword and shot,
    And this the Dutchmen know!

The moneys that should feed us
    You spend on your delight,
How can you then have sailor-men
    To aid you in your fight?
Our fish and cheese are rotten,
    Which makes the scurvy grow—
We cannot serve you if we starve,
    And this the Dutchmen know!

Our ships in every harbour
    Be neither whole nor sound,
And, when we seek to mend a leak,
    No oakum can be found;
Or, if it is, the caulker,
    And carpenters also,
For lack of pay have gone away,
    And this the Dutchmen know!

Mere powder, guns, and bullets,
    We scarce can get at all;
Their price was spent in merriment
    And revel at Whitehall,
While we in tattered doublets
    From ship to shop must row,
Beseeching friends for odds and ends—
    And this the Dutchmen know!

No King will heed our warnings,
    No Court will pay our claims—
Our King and Court for their disport
    Do sell the very Thames!
For, now De Ruyter's topsails
    Off naked Chatham show,
We dare not meet him with our fleet—
    And this the Dutchmen know!