IRELANDS Happiness.
OR,
King WILLIAMS Safe Arrival at Carigfergus, On the Fourteenth of this In-
stant June, To the Unspeakable Joy of the Protestant Army.
Tune of, Let Cesar Live long, etc. Licensed according to Order.
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LEt all Loyal Subjects now freely Rejoyce,
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And let forth your Mirth with an audable voice;
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King William in safety Arriv'd to the shore
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Of Ireland, where the loud Cannon did Rore,
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Expressing their Joy, that he came to pursue,
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And Conquer the French and the Irish Crew.
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At brave Carigfergus King William did Land.
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Met by the Duke Schomberg and the Armed Band,
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And other Commanders of e'ry degree,
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All freely expressing of true Loyalty,
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With our Mighty Monarch the Wars they'l pursue,
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Until they have Conquer'd the Irish Crew.
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The Drums they did beat and the Trumpets did sound,
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While Healths through the Army went merrily round,
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With, God save King William, for whom we will fight,
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The wrongs of this Nation in order to right:
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In Person the Irish Wars he'l pursue,
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To Conquer the French and the Rebell'ous Crew,
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SOme thousands came flocking where-ever he came,
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With loud Acclamations of joy, to Proclaim
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In every City his Royal Renown,
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Resolving to stand by his Protestant Crown:
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With both Life and Fortune the Wars they'l pursue,
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To Conquer the French and the Irish Crew.
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All possible joy that the Land could afford,
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Was truly exprest to our Soveraign Lord,
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Who ventures his Life our Laws to defend,
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May Heaven for ever prosperity send
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To all his whole Army, both Loyal and true,
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That soon he may Conquer that Irish Crew.
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The Protestant Army does flourish amain,
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Both Forts, Towns, and Castles they daily regain,
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The which when our gracious King William beheld,
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He as with a Transport of Happiness fill'd:
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And said, my brave Boys, we the Wars will pursue,
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To Conquer the French and the Irish Crew.
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Nay, further, our Monarch was pleas'd to declare,
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Saying, my brave Soldiers, all possible care,
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Shall always be taken for you while I Reign,
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That none may have any just cause to complain,
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My Bounty shall be, Sirs, extended to you,
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When once we have Conquer'd the Irish Crew.
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With you my brave Boys, to the Field will I go,
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Our Protestant Courage will daunt them, I know,
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The Bog-Trotting Tories are subject to run,
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Who cannot endure the loud noise of a Gun:
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With Courage and Conduct my Lads we'l pursue,
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To Conquer the French and the Irish Crew.
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As soon as King William had ended his Speech,
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Duke Schomberg he said, May it please you my Liege,
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You have a brave Army of Boys, that don't fear
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The Rage and the Malice of haughty Monsieur:
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There's nothing so hard but they'l venture to do,
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To Conquer the French and the Irish Crew.
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