The Joy of
LONDON-DERRY,
In the Happy Arrival of their Majesties Forces, to the Succour of that long besieged City,
which was accomplish'd on the 13th of this Instant June.
To the Tune of, London Derry, Or, Nanny, O. Licensed according to Order.
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PRotestants rejoyce and sing,
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be not in the least cast down,
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Chearful Tydings here I bring,
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of famous London-Derry Town.
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May the Heavens still be prais'd,
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wretched Romans han't their will;
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Tho' [fal]se Rumours they have rais'd,
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yet we have London-Derry still.
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Thrice Renowned Major Kirk,
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that right valliant Soldier brave,
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Having undertook this work,
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the Irish ne'er shall him out-brave.
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Nor the French-men in that Land,
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for they'll fall with the Dear-Joys,
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By the Warlike Armed Band,
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when once he takes the Field, brave boys.
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Since he bid this Land adieu,
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for the making Papists bow,
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[M]any troubles he went through,
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but th' greater is his Honour now.
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First when the Renowned Fleet,
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had not long been under Sail;
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But they with cross winds did meet,
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and had not one sweet pleasant Gale.
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But Heaven their Distress beheld,
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so that this mercy they did find,
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That soon these swelling sheets was fill'd
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with a most prosperous Gale of wind.
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Now when they arriv'd at last,
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to the River of the Town,
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They beheld all blockt up fast,
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but Kirk soon beat their Cannon down.
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Here in brief I do report,
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nothing more than what is true,
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He beat down their battering Fort,
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and likewise took their Cannon too.
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Valliant Kirk with all his Train,
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did behave themselves so well,
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That some hundred Teagues were slain,
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his Cannons rung their passing Bell.
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Tho' the French and Teagues contriv'd,
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for to run brave Walker down,
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Valliant Kirk he is arriv'd,
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at famous London-derry Town.
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When those poor besieged Souls,
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saw the succour and relief,
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Then this did straightwa[y]s [e]xpiate,
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their dark and dismal Clouds of grief
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The brave Major General,
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took stout Walker by the hand,
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Saying, tho' thy strength be small,
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here soon will come an armed band.
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Sound the Trumpet, beat the Drum,
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we this Kingdom will restore:
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There's an Army soon will come,
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of thirty thousand men and more.
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Gold which he did with him bring,
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was gave to the Soldiers free,
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As a present from the King,
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for their undaunted Loyalty.
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Now their Joys did then abound,
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no dejected soul was seen,
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But with knees bow'd to the Ground,
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each drank a health to King & Queen.
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And most heartily they pray,
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for King William whom they own,
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That in spight of France he may,
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long reign and flourish on the throne.
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FINIS
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