THE LATE
Bloody Fight in Flanders:
With an Account of the Numbers slain on both sides; ours scarce being ten
Thousand, and the French twenty five Thousand. As also the taking seve-
ral Prisoners of note, amongst which was the Duke de Maine, the French
King's Son, the Duke of Barwick, and likewise the Son of Luxemburgh the
French General. Together with a second Encounter by fresh Forces, who
falling on the French routed them, seizing on their Baggage and Sixty Pieces
of Cannon; to the great Satisfaction of our Royal Army.
To the Tune of, Let Mary live long.
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A Captain of fame,
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A valiant brave souldier,
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True honour's upholder,
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From Flanders he came
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with news to the Queen,
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That she plainly might know
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How causes did go,
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We have it at length,
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The French have been slaughter'd,
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The French have been slaughter'd,
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though double our strength.
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Old Luxemburgh knew
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Our army divided,
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By policy guided,
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His forces he drew
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together with speed;
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Straight he march'd them away,
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To the camp where we lay,
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to ruin us all;
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But them we saluted,
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But them we saluted,
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with powder and ball.
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The cannon did play,
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Which roaring like thunder,
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Did tear them in sunder,
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A long summer's day
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this battle did last;
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It was bloody and hot,
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While thundering shot
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on both sides did fly,
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Where noble commanders,
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Where noble commanders,
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did valiantly dye.
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Through bodies of smoke
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We charg'd and gave fire,
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And made them retire;
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A desperate stroke
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did fall on both sides:
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At length we gave ground,
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Which seemed to wound
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our honour almost;
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Yet France has no reason,
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Yet France has no reason,
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to vapour or boast.
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We ply'd them so warm,
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In heat of the battle
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Our guns they did rattle,
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It flew like a storm
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upon them all day;
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They cannot proclaim
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Their triumph and fame;
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we slaughter'd their men,
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Five and twenty thousand,
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Five and twenty thousand,
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we hardly lost ten.
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Now this being done,
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A further relation
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Brings joy to the nation:
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Bold Luxemburgh's son
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was prisoner made,
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And the French Duke de Maine
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We did likewise obtain,
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to our share they fall,
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And likewise bold Barwick,
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And likewise bold Barwick,
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are prisoners all.
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Then after the fight,
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A brave Alexander,
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A valiant commander,
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He happen'd to light
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of Monsieur again,
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He had a fresh armed band
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Under his command,
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he fell on a main,
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Where he on their forces,
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Where he on their forces,
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did victory gain.
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Now thus by surprize
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He seiz'd on their baggage,
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Their cannon and luggage,
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Nay, waggons likewise,
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and put them to flight:
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The action was fine,
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A glorious design,
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the conquering game,
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Which does double honour,
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Which does double honour,
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and triumph proclaim.
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King WILLIAM e're long
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Will follow such courses,
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With valiant fresh forces,
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Stout hardy and strong,
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brave thundering boys
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That shall make them to yield,
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Or fly from the field,
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and then he'll pursue;
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If France is for fighting,
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If France is for fighting,
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he'll give them their due.
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