The Glory of London-Derry:
OR,
The Couragious Protestants Success on the French and Irish Army.
To the Tune of, The Leggan Water Or, Nanny Oh.
Licensed according to Order.
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PRotestants chear up amain,
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Never fear the Popish Train,
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For here I bring you News of Joy,
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Now they the Irish do destroy.
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London-Derry still holds out,
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Puting Romans to the Rout;
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Valiantly they bravely stand,
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And dayly fight with heart and hand.
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From a spacious Steeple high,
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Cannon-Bullets they do flye,
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Which will kill two miles and more,
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And lays the Irish Teagues in Gore.
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Killmore-Castle is regain'd,
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And by Protestants maintain'd;
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For now they've Fortify'd it so,
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That they defie the greatest foe.
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London-Derry then with care,
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Search'd to find their Substance there,
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This being done, they found therefore
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Both food and Amunition store.
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Of a truth, they do relate,
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Guns were plac'd at e'ry Gate,
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And many on the City Wall,
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By which some thousand Irish fall.
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Many Sallies have they made,
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And their Courage so display'd,
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That their Enemies declare,
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They dare not to the Siege repair.
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At one Sally, as they say,
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On the seventh day of May,
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Six thousand Irish Teagues were slain,
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Besides two hundred more was tane.
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Many chief Commanders then,
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Noble Lords and Gentlemen,
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Of the French and Irish too,
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Was forc'd to bid the world adieu.
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Thirteen Coaches which was there,
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With dead Bodies loaded were,
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Of the Great ones which did fall,
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Before Great London-Derry Wall.
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When the Romish Army see
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This their woful Destiny,
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Straight they quit the Siege therefore,
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And flew full forty miles and more.
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Other forces then were sent,
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Who, as on their March they went,
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Did straight begin to Mutiny,
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And this they often did reply.
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By our Shalvashion, we'll not go
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To de King's Slaughter-house, no, no
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Where de French Army Routed were,
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For we as bad as them shall fare.
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We'll not bear the French-men's Yoke,
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No, by Chreest, nor strike a stroke
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Against de Protestant, we swear:
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Thus they in much Confusion were.
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London-Derry this has done,
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Made the Popish forces run;
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And struck such terror in the rest,
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That they are still with fear possest.
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Now fresh forces does repair,
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Unto London-Derry, where
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They resolve to take the Field,
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And make the Romish Army yield.
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