The Loyal Subjects Prayers for
King WILLIAMS
Good Success Over His Enemies in Flanders.
Tune, Let Caesar Live long, etc. Licensed according to Order.
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OUr Royall King William to Flanders is gon,
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God give him a blessing from thence to Return,
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And make the proud French-men 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 to send him safe Home from Flanders again.
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Our brave Noble Lords with our King they did 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 Royal King William he then shall come near.
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Then the Heavens protect our Sovereign King,
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And to send him safe Home from Flanders again.
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Methinks I do hear our Royal King say,
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Fight on my brave Souldiers 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 English and Dutch-men let's go,
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To fight for the King, and to bring down his great foe,
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Let it never be said that wee 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 Noble Commanders that in Flanders 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 in Montz has been lost,
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And all by the French-men they have been so crost,
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But had not proud Lewis shot Gold in the Town,
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There many more French-men had fell 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 resolve to pull down that great foe;
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Proud Lewis we will make thee for to rue the day,
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That ever in Montz you first bore the sway:
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To hire the Priests for to Let you come in,
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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 you true to the King, and he will stand by you,
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For to give all the French-men their due:
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then the Heavens protect our Sovereign King, etc.
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Now King William is there how the Drums they do play,
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We'll fight till we dye, and ne're run away;
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Against all the French-men 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 Soveraign King,
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And send him safe Home from Flanders again.
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