The Second Victorious Conquest:
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The City of CORK Storm'd,
And forc'd to Surrender to the Earl of Marlborough, and the rest of the Protestant Forces.
To the Tune of, Let the Soldiers Rejoyce.
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SOund the Trumpet, brave Boys,
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We have Scar'd the Dear-Joys,
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The City of Co-----rk it is Taken;
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And the poor Teagues did cry,
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Ah! whither shall we flye?
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We're clearly, we're clearly in sorrow forsaken.
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Noble Marlborough came,
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Like a hero of Fame,
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And fill'd the poor To-----ries with wonder;
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For he forces did bring,
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Made the Elements ring,
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And his Cannons, his Cannons were Roaring like Thunder.
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Mighty Works he did form,
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Which the City did Storm,
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With Thundering Sh-----ot which he gave them;
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And the Fire and Smoak,
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Did the Catholicks Choak,
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For it was not, it was not St. Patrick could save them.
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They made pittiful Moan,
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Crying, Ah Hone, ah Hone,
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Be Chreest, we shall a-----ll be confounded;
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For dey both Kill and Slay,
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And we can't get away,
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With the Army, the Army, poor Teague is surrounded.
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'Twas a woful Complaint,
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Which they made to each Saint,
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Concluding they'd ha-----sten to Clear 'um;
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And their Foreheads they Crost,
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Yet the City they lost,
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For there's never, there's never a Saint would come near 'um.
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Fiery Bombs we did throw,
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Laying Battlements low,
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And beat down their lo-----fty high Towers;
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In the midst of the fray,
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Still we shew'd them fair Play,
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For we sent them, we sent them, in Volleys like Showers.
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As our Cannons were play'd,
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And a Breach being made,
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At which we reso-----lved to enter;
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This asswaged their Pride,
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Strait for Mercy they cry'd,
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For no longer, no longer to Fight, dare they venter.
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They for Mercy agreed,
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Which we granted with speed,
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The like we are ne-----ver denying;
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Thus we Conquer'd the Town,
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Like brave Boys of Renown,
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And we march'd in, we march'd in, with sweet Colours flying.
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And the Drums they did beat,
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With the Ho-boys so sweet,
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'Twas so pleasant to he-----ar them together;
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Loyal Healths they went round,
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Thus our Conquest was Crown'd,
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Ever crying, ever crying, Our King Live for ever.
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As the Heavens does bless
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His arms with Success,
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Who doth prove the Na-----tions Defender;
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We in time shall Subdue
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Mighty Limerick too,
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I, and make them, and make them be glad to Surrender.
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FINIS.
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