THE
Protestant VICTORY;
Being, the Glorious Conquest obtained by their Ma-
jesty's Forces, in the Kingdom of IRELAND: Where they
Routed the Rebels, taking all their Baggage, and Cannon, Slaying
five thousand on the Spot.
To the Tune of, Valiant Jockey. Licensed according to Order.
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LEt us now with joy Proclaim,
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The Glory and renowned Fame,
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Of a valiant Army which does Fight,
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Putting Rebell-Tories to their flight:
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Since the storming fair Athlone,
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They have been beat and overthrown
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In a sharp and bloody Battle, where
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Cannons Roar like Thunder in the Air:
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O're Hill and Dale, we did them assail,
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Sending flighting-shot like showers of Hail,
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We did appear, Boys, bold of fear,
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That of Rebels we the Land may clear.
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In the Bogs they Posted were,
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To which we straightways did repair,
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And with fire did them so salute,
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That they were not able to dispute,
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Therefore did they out of hand,
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Fly to their mighty Armed Band,
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Which was Posted on a mighty Hill,
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Thither did we March with right good will:
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But when they see our bravery,
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Many of the Teagues cry'd bitterly,
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Hub, bub, a boo, what shall we do,
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They will kill and take our Nation too.
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Still we charg'd them home brave Boys,
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Thus while our noble Warlike noise,
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Eccho'd round the Hills and Vales also,
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This did soon amaze the daring foe,
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For as we did them assail,
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Their Horse did presently turn rail,
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And with double speed away did flye,
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Biding Teague that fought on foot, good bye:
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Sarsfield would fain, rally them again,
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But they rid and still cry'd out amain,
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They in a tweague, marchd on three League,
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For to put the kill upon poor Teague.
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Therefore still be-Chreest we'll flye,
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'Tis better then return and dye,
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For they'l serve us as they did before,
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Lay poor Teagues in streams of reeking Gore:
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With this resolution bent,
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The Tory Troops away they went,
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But the foot alas, was forc'd to stand,
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Where they fought like men with heart & hand
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For they did fight, till gloomy night,
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Then their foot did venture to take flight;
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Their Warlike Train, we did obtain,
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And five thousand Tories there lay slain.
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Thus the Rebels did we maul,
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Taking their Baggage, Guns and all,
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Many of their great Commanders too,
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Thus with vigor we the work persue:
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In this noble Action then,
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We hardly lost five hundred Men,
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But the Rebels they are scattered so,
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That their Courage will be soon brought low:
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At Galloway, our Guns shall play,
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If they do not yield without delay,
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For we'll persue French and Tories too,
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Till we clear the Land of all the crew.
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