The Successful Commander:
OR,
The brave Exploit perform'd by the Right Honourable the Earl of Athlone, against the French at Givet,
where the French had laid up invincible Stores for the ensuing Campaign, of which our renowned Earl was plea-
sed to make a Burn-fire for joy of the discovery of the horrid Conspiracy in England.
To the Tune of, Let Caesar live long: or, If Love's a sweet Passion, etc.
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YOu true-hearted Protestants pray now attend,
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Here's joyful good tydings from Flanders we send,
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The Early of Athlone a brave project hath plaid,
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By which the poor French-men are clearly dismay'd,
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For joy that the Plot was discover'd and crost,
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We made a Burn-fire, Boys, at their own cost.
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So soon as we heard of that horrible thing,
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Which had been contriv'd against William our King;
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The noble Commanders was all in a rage,
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And strait they resolved Monsieur to engage;
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For joy that the Plot was discover'd and crost,
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We made a Burn-fire, Boys, at the French cost.
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The French had laid up on invincible Store,
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Far greater than e're they provided before,
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At Givet a Garrison for their Campaign,
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But our brave Commanders went with a large Train;
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For joy that Plot was discover'd and crost,
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We made a Burn-fire, Boys, at the French cost.
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The valiant renowned brave Earl of Athlone,
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He finding the French so industerous grown,
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As to make such early Provisions this Year,
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He march'd again them with brave Troops void of fear:
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For joy that the Plot was discover'd and crost,
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He made a vast Burn-fire at the French cost.
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Three millions of Rations of Forrage was there,
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With all other Stores which the French did prepare,
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In order for laying close siege to the Town
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Of Namur, that Fortress of fame and renown;
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For joy that the Plot was discover'd and crost,
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We made a Burn-fire, Boys, at the French cost.
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Large Bullets red hot we pour'd into the place,
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Which fir'd the Store in a very short space,
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Devouring flames then so eagerly burn'd,
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That all into ashes was instantly turn'd;
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For joy that the Plot was discover'd and crost,
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We made this Burn-fire, Boys, at the French cost.
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The Fire increast, and the Flames did abound,
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Which laid their high Battlements flat to the ground,
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For still our great Cannons and Mortars did roar,
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The French they were ne'r so affrighted before;
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For joy that the Plot was discover'd and crost,
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We made this Burn-fire, Boys, at the French cost.
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The steely Bullets came showring down,
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And scar'd the poor French men that were in the Town,
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Who cry'd out, Begar, what does all this mean?
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Such hail-stones of fire sure never was seen;
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De English for joy dat our Plotting is crost,
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Has made this great Burn-fire at our own cost.
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In this consternation the French ran about,
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Yet they were not able the Flames to put out,
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Till all was consumed to Ashes, and then
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We left the poor Rascals, and march'd off our Men;
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For joy that the Plot was discover'd and crost,
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We made this Burn-fire, Boys, at the French cost.
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Perhaps they may soon have enough of their Plot,
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When we have refin'd them with Fire and Shot;
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Brave Russel by Sea, and the Army by Land,
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Resolves to pursue with a conquering Hand;
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For joy that the Plot was discover'd and crost,
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We made this Burn-fire, Boys, at the French cost.
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