THE
Scotch Protestants Courage:
OR,
The Destruction, Death, and Downfall
OF
DUNDEE.
To the Tune of, Billy and Molly. Licensed according to Order.
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HEre's Joyfull Tydings now we bring
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from the brave Scotish Nation,
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The fame of Protestants shall ring,
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through Town and Corporation:
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The Rebell which did lead the Van,
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and o'er the Mountains scouted,
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At length brave Boys is dead and gone,
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and all his Forces routed.
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The Protestant great General,
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who led his men to Battel;
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Although on both sides some did fall,
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while Guns and Drums did rattle
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The fight they bravely did maintain
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and while they were about it;
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Dundee in field was fairly slain,
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and all his Rebells routed.
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Mackay he did the Rebells face,
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that valiant stout Commander;
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And for his Courage seem'd to trace
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the steps of Alexander:
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His forces he drew up with speed,
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although the Papists flouted;
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He made Dundee in field to bleed,
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and all his forces routed.
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In noble shining Armour bright,
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stout lads both brisk and aiery
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March'd with Mackay in field to fight
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for William and Queen Mary;
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Alas the fray near lasted long,
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when once we went about it;
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Dundee was slain in all the throng,
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likewise his Rebells routed.
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Though he at first rid up in state,
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we soon did blast his Glory;
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A Pistol Bullet sent him strait
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from hence, to Purgatory:
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His Rebells they did likewise run,
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and through the Valleys scouted,
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So that each man and mothers son
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by Protestants were routed.
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The Clans and the Mackdonells too,
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and all the Heathen faction;
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When they was told that this was true
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they all were in Distraction;
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There hearts were fill'd with fear and dread,
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as through the Vails they scouted;
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Still crying out, Dundee is dead,
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and we shall all be routed.
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Five hundred Rebells, Foot and Horse,
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one day a Town did Plunder,
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But Mackay hearing of that loss,
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strait after them did Thunder
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He Charg'd and Fir'd in the R[ear]
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as they before him scouted,
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Till he at last the Coast did clear
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and they were more than routed.
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We cut them down as they did fly
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and stoutly follow'd after,
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The Major smote them Hip and Thigh;
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I' faith with a great slaughter:
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There some was slain, the rest was tai[n]
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who on our Forces glouted,
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In this sharp fray, we got the Day
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and all the Rebells routed.
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Some say Dundee has flipt his wind,
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and fled to Purgatory,
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But some are of another mind;
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counting the same a story;
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They heard him bid his Men reside,
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upon the Scotish Borders,
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While he full Post was forc'd to Ride
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away to Hell for Orders.
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