King Williams Triumph;
OR, His signal Victory over his Enemies;
Together, With the surrender of Drogheda, and
His Joyful Entrance into
The CITY of DUBLIN.
To the Tune of, Valiant Jockey.
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BOys, the Day is all our own,
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The Rebels being overthrown:
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Gracious good K. William now, brave Boys
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Puts the scare upon the poor Dear-joys:
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Chearful Trumpets sweetly sound,
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And roaring Cannons tear the Ground:
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Never did they hear the like before,
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While our King approach'd the Irish shore:
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Our Armed Host, so ruled the Roast,
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That it was in vain for Teague to boast;
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Great things were done, the Field we won,
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And the French and Tories Run, they Run.
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While they took their hasty flight,
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Still we pursu'd in Armour bright,
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Headed by a War-like Monarch, who
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Like a Sun of Thunder does pursue;
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Den bespoke a poor Monsieur,
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Begar me stay no longer here;
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For dey Shoot and Cut, and make us bleed,
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While de King he does de Army Lead;
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Boots and Carbine, me will resign,
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could me but to Paris get o're,
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And likewise Swear, ah Morblew, begar,
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me will fight de English-man no more.
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But those wishes are in vain,
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King William with a War-like Train,
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Made the very Elements resound,
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While his Army was with Conquest Crown'd;
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He himself with Sword in hand,
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Led on his Noble Armed Band;
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Which did much encourage Souldiers then,
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Never was there better fighting men:
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Our King with skill, from hill to hill,
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Seven mile about he cours'd them still,
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Happy was they, could get away,
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While we did maintain the Bloody Fray.
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With undaunted Courage bold,
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Right Valiant Noble hearts of Gold,
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Charge the Rebels home on every side,
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Bravely done my Lads, the King reply'd;
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Tho' it was a sharp dispute,
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We did so often them Salute;
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With repeated showers of Leaden Ball,
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Till at length we fairly Conquer'd all;
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King William he, immediately,
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Sent a Message unto Drogheda,
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Declaring they, should yield straightway,
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Or his roaring Cannons soon should play.
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Now they knew it was in vain,
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For to oppose his War-like Train;
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Therefore then they did Surrender [strai]ght,
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This is Joyful Tydings to relate:
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Dublin did the like also,
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To which our Mighty King did go,
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Nothing did oppose him in the least,
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Thus his Fame and Triumph still increas'd:
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King William he, gave Liberty,
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To the Protestants in Misery:
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Then healths went round, with knees to ground
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While our Monarch is with Trophies Crown'd
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FINIS.
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