The Glory of Flanders:
OR,
The Triumphant Army's Victory over the French at Na-
mur, forcing them to yield and surrender up the Town to King
WILLIAM, the Royal Conqueror. The Tune, Fond Boy.
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HEr'e joyful good tydings I bring you this day,
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Therefore listen a while, loving Subjects, I pray,
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Now the Monsieurs at Namur, have met with their match
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There's an Army in Flanders the work will dispatch,
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For already King William of fame and renown,
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He has made them been glad to surrender the town.
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The French had not power nor strength to oppose
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Such an Army, which follow'd them up with dry blows,
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They were forc'd to give back, and we follow'd them still
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With a tast of our courage and conquering skill:
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Thus our valliant King William of fame and renown,
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He compell'd him to yield and surrender the town.
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At first they their cannon did fire amain,
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But we sent them back double and treble again;
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From the morning till night our loud mortars did roar,
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They had scarce ever heard such a thunder before:
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Thus their walls and high battlements we batter down,
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Till the French they were forc'd to surrender the town.
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We press'd on a main for to take the half moon,
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And with courage undaunted we conquer'd them soon,
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For our noble Commanders, right valiant and bold,
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Was resolved at last for the seize the stro[ng] hold.
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Thus right valiant K William of fame and renown,
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Has compell'd the proud French to surrender the town.
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The noble Lord Cutts, with a party of men,
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Through the fire he follow'd our enemies then,
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With that resolution the like was ne'er known,
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Till the French was distressed and made pitious maon,
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For they see that dame fortune upon them did frown,
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Therefore willing they were to surrender the town.
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The Cannons were roaring, and bullets did fly,
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While the smoak of the boombs seem to darken the sky,
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Many valliant brave Soldiers lay dead on the ground;
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We at last was with triumph and victory crown'd:
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For right valliant King William of fame and renown,
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Did compel them to yield and surrender the town.
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It was but a folly for them to dispute,
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For he still did afford them a warlike salute,
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Never giving them rest neither morning nor night;
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They were all in a fear and a sorrowful plight:
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Thus right valliant King William of fame and renown,
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Did compel them to yield and surrender the town.
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We'll soon have the castle we make no great doubt,
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Tho perhaps, at the present, they seem to hold out,
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For we find that their glory begins to decay,
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While King William, for victory carries the day;
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For the pride of the French he begins to pull down,
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And has made them be glad to surrender the town.
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Let's pray that he still may be crown'd with success,
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For he venture's his life our wrongs to redress,
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He the greatest of hazard and danger goes through,
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While he labours with care the proud foe to subdue;
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The French Courage at Namur he now has pulld down,
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Ay and made them be glad to surrender the town.
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We hope that e'er long he'll subdue many more;
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Cherle[r]oy, likewise Mons, they at length must restore,
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Or the fury of valliant King William they'll feel,
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Tho perhaps for a time he the same may conceal:
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Let them think how at Namur he pulld their pride down,
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And did force them to yield and surrender the town.
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