THE
Bloody Fight of Flanders;
WITH
An Account of the fierce Battle between the English and
the French Forces
To an Excellent New Tune; Or, Now the fatal fight is over.
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HEre is News from famous Flanders,
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of a fierce and bloody Fight;
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Valiant Noble brave Commanders,
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cloath'd in shining Armour bright,
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Did both Life and Fortune venter,
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and would not disputing stand,
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But a bloody Scene did enter,
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in a strange and Foreign Land.
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July was the time of Battle,
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on the five and twentieth day,
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When the roaring Guns did rattle,
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for to shew the French fair play:
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English Boys did long to fight them,
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therefore they their Lives expos'd,
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Nothing ever cou'd delight them,
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half so much as fight their Foes.
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Monsieur never could keep under
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valiant Soldiers Brittain bred,
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On they march'd like Sons of Thunder,
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with their flying Colours spread;
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'Tis well known they did not fear 'um,
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tho' the French were ten to one,
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For as soon as they came near 'um,
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English courage they made known.
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Drums were beating, Trumpets sounding,
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warlike Musick led the way,
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Not a Soldier feared Wounding,
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but press'd on to win the day,
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Over Banks, through Bogs and Water,
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we were forc'd to march and fight,
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Hoping by the dismal slaughter,
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for to put the French to flight.
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Which we valiantly compleated,
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seven great Field Guns we took,
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While the Frenchmen they retreated,
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and that Pass and Post forsook:
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In confusion how they scouer'd,
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while we made their Cannons roar,
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Until we were over-power''d
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by full fifteen Squadrons more.
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Tho' that Pass we soon surrender'd,
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by a sharp and bloody Fray,
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Yet we took the Dauphine Standard,
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which we bravely bore away,
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As a Trophy of true Honour,
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and e're long we will have more,
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Fighting under William's Banner,
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or we'll dye in streams of Gore.
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True it is, without Contraction,
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while we did this Fight maintain,
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In this brave Heroick Action,
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many valiant Boys was slain,
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Who did fight through Flame and Water,
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pressing on for Victory,
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And our Foes have felt the slaughter
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most severe, as well as we.
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Cannons roaring, Bullets flying,
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smoaky Vapours dim'd the Air;
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Coll'nels, Captains, Soldiers dying,
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yet King William he was there,
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With true Courage, to inspire
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his Victorious hearts of Gold,
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In the midst of Smoak and Fire,
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with his brave Commanders bold.
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May he ever be defended
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from all kind of Danger still,
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Since he never yet intended,
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any living Mortal ill:
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May he Conquer all before him,
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like an Alexander there,
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Till his Enemies adore him,
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for his Love and Princely Care.
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