THE
Triumph of Ireland;
OR,
England's Happiness, in the Army's Conquest over the Re-
bels at Aghram, near Bellinasloe, on the 12th of July, where they slew
five thousand of the Enemy, taking their Baggage and Cannon, and
giving them a total defeat.
To the Tune of, The Spinning-wheel. Licensed according to Order.
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LEt Peals of Bells most sweetly Ring,
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and Loyal Healths go freely round,
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For here right Joyful News I bring,
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our Army is with Conquest Crown'd;
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While Rebels they are overthrown,
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That Land we soon shall make our own.
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Upon the twelfth day of July,
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we past the River Shannon, Boys,
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To gain a famous Victory,
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over the French and the Dear-Joys;
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We fought, and they were overthrown,
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That Kingdom will be soon our own.
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When they our Army did espy,
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approach with shining Armour bright,
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Unto the Bogs they strait did fly,
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their Passes to maintain and fight;
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They were repuls'd and overthrown,
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That Kingdom will be soon our own.
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From Bogs & Hills our Troops did drive
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the Tories that were Posted there,
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Or few would have been left alive,
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but that they did with speed repair
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To Camp where they were overthrown,
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That Kingdom will be soon our own.
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Full eight & twenty thousand men,
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these Forces were, of Foot and Horse,
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But as we did Attacque them then,
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their whole design we soon did cross;
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They routed were, and overthrown,
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That Kingdom will be soon our own.
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From Trench to trench, brave boys we beat
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the French and Tory Enemies,
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Our fire forc'd them to retreat,
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with many bitter groans and cries;
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They being beat and overthrown,
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That Kingdom soon will be our own.
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Like Noble Heroes of Renown,
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we soon did make the Rebels yield,
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While Ranks and Files we there cut down,
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our Swords did sweetly reap the field;
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They routed were, and overthrown,
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That Kingdom soon will be our own.
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The Armies both ingag'd did fight,
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full three long hours sharp dispute,
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At length the dark and gloomy Night,
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did stop us in our swift pursuit;
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Our Foes are fled and overthrown,
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That Kingdom will be soon our own.
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The Rebels never fought so well,
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nor stood the field so long before;
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Above six thousand of them fell,
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and lay in streams of reeking Gore;
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Their Army now is overthrown,
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That Kingdom will be soon our own.
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We did with Courage them pursue,
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and gain'd the Conquest of the day,
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Their Baggage, nay, and Cannon too,
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with all they had become our Prey;
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Thus were the Rebels ovethrown,
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That Kingdom will be soon our own.
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To play likewise a Warlike tune,
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for Galloway we next shall go,
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And if they don't surrender soon,
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we'll lay their lofty Buildings low;
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The storm is almost overblown,
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That Kingdom will be soon our own.
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The King & Queen, may Heavens bless,
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with lasting Trophies of Renown,
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And grant their Armies good Success,
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to pull the Pride of Lewis down,
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The which we hope e're long to see,
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That Europe may from Wars be free.
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