THE
Protestant Triumph:
OR,
The signal Victory of K. William over the French and Irish,
Chasing them from Hill to Hill, taking their Arms and Ammunition also; the
Surrender of Drogheda, and the King's entring the City of Dublin; to the un-
speakable Joy and Satisfaction of all True Protestants.
This Victory was obtain'd on Tuesday the First of July 1690.
To the Tune of The Spinning wheel. Licensed according to Order.
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BRave Boys, let Bells now sweetly ring,
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and flowing Bowls go freely round,
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With Healths to our most gracious king,
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who is this day with Triumph Crown'd:
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A Fig for all our Romish Foes,
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K. William Conquers where he goes.
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While Trumpets sounded Victory,
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and rattling Warlike Drums did beat;
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We laugh'd to see the Tories flee,
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in what Confusion they retreat,
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While we pursu'd with hardy Blows,
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K. William Conquers where he goes.
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The French and Torys hearts did ake,
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as soon as ever we drew near,
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And did their Passes soon forsake,
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being glad to run away for fear:
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They knew they could not us oppose,
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K. William Conquers where he goes.
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To Ardee Pass we march'd with speed,
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where many Thousand Tories lay,
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Who being the right Irish Breed,
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they took to heels and ran away:
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K. William he such Courage shows,
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Which Conquers all where e'er he goes.
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Our right renowned King reply'd,
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March on, my valiant warlike Boys,
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For we shall soon subdue the Pride
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of both the French and the Dear-joys:
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Thus did he Chase his flying Foes,
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and Conquers all where e'er he goes.
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King William Marching in the Head,
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while Trumpets did most sweetly sound,
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And all our flying Colours spread,
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which sight did all our Foes confound:
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K. William's Courage scares his Foes,
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He Conquers all where e'er he goes.
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At length we had a bloudy Fray,
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our Guns like Thunder then did roar,
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K. William he did win the day,
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and laid the French in reeking Gore:
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His Courage scares his mighty Foes,
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He conquers all where e'er he goes.
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Now while the fight we did maintain,
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we made the Tory Rebells rue;
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Lord Carlingford he being slain,
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and many Great Commanders too:
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K. William's Courage daunts his Foes,
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He Conquers all where e'er he goes.
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Stout Colonel Parker, with his Teagues,
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likewise lay bleeding on the Ground,
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We scourg'd them for their late Intriegues;
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while our King is with Trophies Crown'd:
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To Dublin Gates he chas'd his Foes,
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He Conquers all where e'er he goes.
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The King he sent to Drogheda,
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to yield before it was too late;
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Or else his roaring Guns he'd play;
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with that they did surrender strait;
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Now they could not him oppose,
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Who Conquers all where e'er he goes.
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Late James he quitted Dublin straight,
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And great King William did march in,
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'Tis joyfull Tydings to relate,
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how he do's Fame and Honour win:
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His Courage scares the mighty Foes,
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He Conquers, etc.
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Poor Protestants he did free,
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which in close Prisons long hath lain,
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They all enjoy their Liberty,
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under K. William who do's Reign
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In spight of all insulting Foes,
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He Conquers all where e'er he goes.
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