An Excellent New Song Call'd,
King William's Welcome home
FROM
The Wars in Flanders.
King William's
safe Return from
the Camp
in Flanders.
Tune of, All happy times, etc. With Allowance.
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BRave William He is now come ore,
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And Landed on the English Shoar,
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All Happiness attend our King,
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Who has in Flanders so long been.
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Each Year He to the Wars does go,
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To meet the proud insulting Foe,
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No Subject ventures more His Bloud,
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And all is for Old England's good.
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The Summer's gone, the Winter's come,
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Yet we enjoy the Rising Sun,
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'Tis William does Great Britain save,
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'Tis He keeps us from being Slaves.
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To England's Monarch, welcome home,
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To sit upon the Royal Throne,
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May all the Land rejoyce and Sing,
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Great William's come, God Save the King.
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Let Drums now beat the Trumpets sound,
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For Joy let all the Bells Ring [r]o[un]d,
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Let all the Cannons likewise Roar,
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A welcome to the British Shoar.
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Make Bon[f]ires now e'ry where,
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Make Fi[r]e-works fly in the Air,
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Let Huzza's in the Street abound,
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Whilst Joy in e'ry Face be found.
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Welcome, thrice welcome Royal SIR,
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From the Fatigues and Toyls of War,
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Unto your Chaist Maria's Arms,
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Who's made of Love & Beauty's Charms.
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What hardship, and what danger too,
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Does Valiant William undergo,
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Each Night He in the Feild does ly,
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Each day He's where the Bullets fly.
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If Action happen for to fall,
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King William's in the midst of all,
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Tho Horses under Him are slain,
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Yet straight He Mounts to fight again.
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Now e'ry honest English Lad,
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With Glass in Hand, and Heart full glad,
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Drink William's Welcome home again,
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To's Royal Consort and his Queen.
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The People in great numbers fly,
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To see the Royal Pair pass by,
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And thousands in the street are seen,
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To cry, God save the King and Queen.
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