A Brief
Touch of the Irish Wars:
From the Siege of London-Derry to the Surrender of Drogheda, Dublin, Waterford, and ma-
ny other strong Forts and Castles.
Written by a Private Centinel, who was an Eye-Witness to those Transactions.
To the Tune of Let Caesar live long, etc. Licensed according to Order.
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THe French and the Tories are all in Distress,
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While Gracious K. William is Crown'd with success,
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He first having routed them all in the field,
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The Cities and Castles were forced to yield,
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For fear that the Walls to the ground we should lay,
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Thus Protestant Soldiers still carry the day.
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Last Summer the Rebells could swagger and boast,
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That came with the strength of a Catholick Host,
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Against London-Derry with Fire and Ball,
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And threatn'd the final Destruction of all:
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Yet this Valiant City did show them fair Play;
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Thus Protestant Soldiers still carry the day.
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When under those Walls many Months they had lain,
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Where French-men and Rebels in hundreds were slain;
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At length they were forced their Siege to give o'er,
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As soon as fresh Forces approached the Shore:
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The French and the Tories they all ran away;
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Thus Protestant Soldiers shall carry the day.
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As soon as our Forces were landed, brave Boys,
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I[t] daunted the French, and the Irish Dear-Joys;
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Thus brave Carrickfergus we soon did obtain,
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The Cause of King William he vow'd to maintain,
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Against that fair Castle our Cannons did play,
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'Till Protestant Soldiers had carried the day.
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At length the wet Winter began to draw near,
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That we in the Field could no longer appear,
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But waited the happy return of the Spring,
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When gracious King William fresh forces did bring;
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And still as he Marched, his Foes ran away;
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Thus Protestant Soldiers still carry the day.
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Our Drums beat a March, and the Trumpets did sound
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This Noise did our Enemies clearly confound,
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The Rebells still crying, By Chreest we're undone,
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King William is coming, Ah! where shall I run?
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In horrid Confusion they scamper away;
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Thus Protestant Soldiers still carry the day.
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At the River Boyne they would then tack about,
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In order to shew themselves valiant and stout;
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The French Horse and Foot, and the Tories likewise;
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But true English Courage did soon them surprize:
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For like Men Undaunted we entred the Fray;
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Thus Protestant Soldiers still carry the day.
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Through Fire and Water our March we did make,
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His Courage did cause the poor Tories to quake;
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They seeing we feared no danger at all,
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But march'd in Contempt of their Powder and Ball,
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At length we fell on and the Rebels gave way;
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Thus Protestant Soldiers they carry the day.
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Thus having received a taste of their Doom,
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There is but few Cities or Forts will presume
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To hold out, against a Great Monarch of Fame,
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Whose Triumph and Glory the World will proclaim,
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They know if they do, the loud Cannons shall play;
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For Protestant Soldiers still carry the day.
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We hope in short time the whole Kingdom to clear,
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And make the proud French wish they'd never came here;
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Their Glory and Honour is laid in the Dust,
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In vain the poor Tories in Lewis did trust:
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They're glad for to scowre and scamper away;
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The Protestant Soldiers still carry the day.
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