King William's Welcome
TO
IRELAND.
WITH
His joyfull Reception by the Noble Commanders, and also his Royal Speech
and Bounty to his Protestant Army.
To the Tune of My sweet Corydon.
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BOys, let Healths go round, with Knees to the Ground,
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to great William our Crowned King;
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Who is Landed where French and Rebels are,
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from whom all Glory may he bring:
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There's no fear but they shall feel his Rage;
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When he do's engage,
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with that Tory Crew,
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For King William's Train, will regain
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all their Towns and Castles too.
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II.
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O'er the Marble Main our King is gone again,
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to the Irish Wars, brave Boys;
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Fine soft pleasant Gales fill'd his swelling Sails,
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which was a Grief to the Dear-Joys,
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Knowing they should all be routed now,
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Teague must to the Plow,
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Fighting will not do:
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Great William's Train will regain
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all their Towns and Castles too.
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III.
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When he came on Shore, how the Guns did roar,
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and the Trumpets did sweetly sound;
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The whole Army through, shouts they did renew,
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making the Elements resound:
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Heavens now preserve our King they cry'd,
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Down with Romish Pride,
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Rebels we'll pursue,
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With a Warlike Train, and regain
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all their Towns and Castles too.
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IV.
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All true Courage then, raise the Hearts of Men,
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that like Fountains their Joys did flow;
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Each resolve to dye, or make Romans flye,
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and that the Rebels soon shall know;
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For King William now in Ireland
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With his Armed Band,
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Courage will renew,
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That his Warlike Train shall regain
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all their Towns and Castles too.
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V.
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Then his Majesty walked round to see
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how his Army did then appear,
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Which was stout and brave, such as he would have,
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to whom he said, My Lads, ne'er fear,
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For when to the Field of Mars we goe,
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We shall chase the Foe,
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And the Slaves pursue;
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For my Warlike Train shall regain
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all their Towns and Castles too.
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VI.
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Then he threw them Gold, saying, Now behold!
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drink and merry be, Soldiers all;
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France shall feel my Rage, soon we'll clear the Stage.
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Charge them with Fire, Sword, and Ball;
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Trumpets sounding, Warlike Drums shall beat,
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Making Foes retreat,
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While we them pursue,
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With my Warlike Train, and regain
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all their Towns and Castles too.
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VII.
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Then a Loyal Shout went the Camp throughout,
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when our Monarch this Speech had made,
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All resolve to dye [in] [his] Company,
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before a Conquest [sh]ould be made
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By that proud insulting Foe of France,
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Let us all advance,
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and our strength renew,
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Then our Warlike Train will regain
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e'ery Town and Castle too.
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FINIS.
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