The Relief of London-Derry;
OR, THE
Happy Arrival of the Timely Succours Landed at London-Derry,
by the Prudent Care and Conduct of
Major General Kirk,
To the unspeakable Joy of the Besieged.
To the Tune of, The Glory of London-Derry. Licensed according to Order.
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[L]ET True Subjects hear a part,
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with an honest thankfull heart,
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[Fo]r the Tydings which we hear,
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[T]he truth thereof we need not fear.
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[L]ondon-Derry now at last,
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[I]s in hopes the worst is past,
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[W]ant of food was all their Grief,
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[B]ut now they've succour and relief.
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[W]hen great Major Kirk was told
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T]hey could not much longer hold,
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[Li]ke a noble-General,
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[He] for their sakes would venture all.
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Then he leaving Captain Steward,
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Who the Isle of Inch secur'd,
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And strait he did toward Derry sail,
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Attended with a pleasant Gale,
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The swift Swallow gallantly,
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With three Sail in Company,
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Freely ventur'd on before,
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With Food and Ammunition store.
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Another Captain then straightway
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Inform'd him where the Dartmouth lay,
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For which he presently did send,
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The Victuall'd Vessels to defend.
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Then to Kilmore Castle they
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Orders had to make their way,
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Where the Dartmouth's Guns did roar,
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And slew the Irish Teagues on shore.
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The Dartmouth's valiant Captain Leake,
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Of whose Courage let us speak,
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For he behav'd himself so well,
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That few or none could him excell.
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For while his Bullets they did flye,
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The brave Mountjoy sail'd safely by;
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The Long Boat of the Swallow too,
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Well Arm'd, all danger to go through.
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Mann'd with noble Hearts of Gold,
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Couragious valiant Seamen bold,
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Who in the Swallow Long Boat they
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Past on before to clear the way.
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To cut the Bomb. This done, at last
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They strait to London-Derry past,
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And likewise sailed after them
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The gallant sweet Jerusalem.
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Store of all Provision then
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Landed was, for Derry-men;
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But for Forces they'd have none,
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They'd stand it out themselves alone.
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When those poor Souls this Food beheld,
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O they were then with Comfort fill'd
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They through the City did express
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Their Joy with hearty thankfullness.
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Their Great Guns they let off likewise,
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The which did Eccho to the Skies,
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That Major Kirk might understand
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Relief was safe arriv'd at Land.
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Great King William's Royal Fame
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On the Walls they did Proclaim,
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With Drums, & Trumpets, loud Huzza's
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Defender of our Faith, and Laws.
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Boys we'll have the tother Bout,
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Like brave Hero's Sally out;
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For we'll never never yield,
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We'll love our Lives, or win the field.
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