The Souldiers Prayers for
King WILLIAMS
Good Success in Ireland Over His Enemies.
Tune, Let Caesar Live long, etc. Licensed according to Order.
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OUr gracious King William's going over the Main,
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God give him a blessing to return back again,
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And make the proud Papists submit to his Will,
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That Protestants Blood never more may be spill'd:
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Then the Heavens protect our Sovereign King,
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And send him safe over to England again.
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The brave Noble hearts with our King they will go,
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And will venture their lives to bring down that great Foe;
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Proud Lewis of France they will make him to fear,
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When our gracious King William he then shall come there.
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Then the Heavens protect our Sovereign King,
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And send him safe over to England again.
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Methinks I do hear our gracious King say,
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Fight on my brave Boys and never run away,
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Whilst I have one drop of Blood I will fight,
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To maintain the Laws of Old Englands right:
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Against all my foes that dare me with-stand,
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And caus'd me to come now from fair England.
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Come all you brave Souldiers with courage let's go,
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To fight for the King, and to bring down his foe,
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Let it never he said that English men dare not fight,
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To maintain the cause of the Protestants right:
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Then Boys let us fight with our Courage so free,
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To pull down the French and the pride of popery.
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The brave Commanders that in Ireland be,
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Pray God give them power o'er their Enemy;
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That God would be pleas'd unto the land bring,
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Peace, Joy and Triumph, under William our King.
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then the Heavens protect our Sovereign King, etc.
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How many poor Souls has in Ireland been lost,
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And all by the Papists they have been crost,
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Tyrconnel that Irish Curst Hellish Hound,
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Some thousands poor Protestants brought to the ground,
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then the Heavens protect our Sovereign King, etc.
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With our Swords in our hands brave Boys we will go,
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And fully resolved to prove Romes great foe;
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Great James we will make him for to rue the day,
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That ever in England he first bore the sway:
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To let up Mass-houses, confussion did bring,
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But the Heavens long prosper great William our King.
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At the Head of our Army King William will stand,
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Who fights for Religion, and the Laws of the land,
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Be but true to the King, and he will stand by you,
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To give all the French and the Irish their due:
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then the Heavens protect our Sovereign King, etc.
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When King William comes there how the Drums they will play,
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We'll fight till we dye e'er we will run away;
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Against all those Papists that will not yeild,
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We'll dye on the spot before We'll lose the field;
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Then the heavens protect our Sovereign King,
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And send him safe over to England again.
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