The Triumph of Ireland[:]
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King William's safe Arrival at Carrickfergus, on June the 14th. 1690.
Where he was joyfully received by Valiant Duke Schombergh, with the rest of the Protestant Com-
manders and Soldiers. To the Tune of Let Caesar live long. Licensed according to Order.
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HEre's joyfull good News we from Ireland bring,
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'Tis of the safe Landing of William our King;
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Receiv'd by his Army of Protestant Boys,
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Whose Hearts are transported with Raptures of Joys:
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The Bells they did ring, and the Cannons did roar,
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To welcome King William with Joy to the Shore.
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That Glory and Grandeur that there did appear,
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The Spirits of Protestant Soldiers did chear;
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For being no less than Three hundred Sail,
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Which mov'd on the Seas with a sweet pleasant Gale,
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While Bells they did ring, and loud Cannons d[i]d roar,
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To welcome. etc.
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When our mighty Monarch had quitted the Main,
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He with a most Royal magnificent Train,
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Was met by the valiant Duke Schombergh on Land,
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Who strait had the Honour to kiss the King's Hand,
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The sweet Trumpets sounding, and Cannons did roar,
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To welcome King William with Joy to the Shore.
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His most Royal Presence in Ireland now,
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Hath seated true Joy there on e'ery Brow,
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Through all the whole Army of Protestant Souls,
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Who drinking his Health there in full flowing Bowls,
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While Trumpets were sounding and Cannons did roar,
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To welcome, etc.
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The Glory and Triumph of this happy day,
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[S]oon chas'd the dark Clouds of all Sorrow away;
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[Ri]ght noble Commanders with Knees to the Ground,
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They drank the King's Health, it went merrily round
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Whilst Trumpets were sounding, and Cannons did roar,
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To welcome King William to the Irish shore.
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Both Collonels and Captains, nay Soldiers also,
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Their Loyal Obedience did heartily show,
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With loud Acclamations which made the Skies ring,
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They constantly crying out, God save the King:
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A Consort of Voices struck all in a strain,
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Great William shall conquer this Kingdom again.
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The French and the Tories did tremble and quake,
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At hearing the Triumph which then we did make;
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But when our Great Monarch shall meet them in Field,
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Our Courage shall make them be forced to yield:
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King William he now do's in Ireland Reign,
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Whose Courage, etc.
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The Name of King William that Nation alar[ms]
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His Presence is more than Ten thousand in Arms
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For while he his Forces shall valiantly Head,
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We'll fill the French and the Tories with dread,
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King William he now do's in Ireland Reign,
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Whose Courage, etc.
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Like great Alexander wherever he goes
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He will prove a Terror and Dread to his Foes;
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For with a strong Army the French he'll assail,
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Which will pour in Bullets like Show'rs of Hail,
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King William he now do's in Ireland Reign,
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Whose Courage, etc.
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A Prince of more Valour the World never knew,
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And this is well known to the Catholick Crew,
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Which makes us poor Tries begin for to cry
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My dear Brother Teague ah! where shall we fly?
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King William he now do's in Ireland Reign,
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Whose Courage shall Conquer that Kingdom again.
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