Song printed in William Dugdale's The history of imbanking and drayning of divers fenns and marshes, both in forein parts and in this kingdom, and of the improvements thereby extracted from records, manuscripts, and other authentick testimonies, 1662:
"Come brethren of the Water, and let us all assemble,
To treat upon this matter, which makes us quake and tremble;
For we shall Rue if it be true that Fens be undertaken,
And where we breed in Sedge and Reeds they’ll feed fresh Beef and Bacon.
They’ll Sow both Peas and Oats, where no Man ever thought it,
Where Men did Row with Boats, ere Undertakers bought it;
But Ceres thou look towards us now, let wild Oats be their venture:
O let the Frogs and Miry Bogs destroy where they do enter.
Behold this great Design, which they do now determine,
Will make our Bodies pine, a Prey for Crows and Vermin;
For they do mean all Fens to drain and Waters over-Master,
And they will make of Bogs and Lakes for Essex Calves a Pasture.
[…]
The fen-bred Fowls have wings, to fly to other Nations,
But we have no such things, to help our Transportations;
We must give place, a grievous Case, to Hornèd Beasts and Cattle,
Unless that we can all agree to drive them forth with Battle.
Then first let us Entreat, our Ancient Water Nurses,
To show their power so great, as help to drain their Purses;
And send us good old Captain Flood to lead us forth to Battle,
Then Two-penny Jack, with scales on’s Back, will drive out all their Cattle.
This noble Captain yet, was never known to fail us,
But did the Conquest get, of all that did Assail us;"
"His furious rage none could assuage, but to the Worlds great wonder,
He bears down Banks and Breaks their Ranks and Whirly-gigs asunder.
God Eolus, we thee pray, that thou wilt not be wanting; […]
And send a blast that they in haste may work no good conclusion.
Great Neptune, god of Seas, this work must needs provoke thee;
They mean thee to disease, and with Fen-waters Choke thee:
But with thy Mace thou canst deface and quite Confound their matter,
And send the Sand to make firm Land when they do want fresh water.”
And last we pray thee Moon, that thou wilt be propitious,
To see that nought be done, to prosper the Malicious;
Though Summer’s heat do work a feat, whereby themselves they flatter,
Yet be so good as send a Flood lest Essex Calves want water.”
A #17thC protest song against the draining of the fens narrated from the perspective of a burbot:
"Come brethren of the water, and let us all assemble,
To treat upon this matter, which makes us quake and tremble;
For we shall Rue if it be true that Fens be undertaken" 3/x
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