OR,
A new Song much in Request amongst the dissatisfy'd Soldiers in France, who are unwilling to trust Fortune in following their Ge-neral into England, whose Subjects have given them a new Proof of their Courage, by their Bombarding of Calis.
To the Tune of, The Soldier and Sailor.
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IN fair and pleasant Weather,
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Our Army got together,
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About the Shores of Calis,
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But Fortune show'd her Malice,
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As we are often told,
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As we are often told.
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We thought to be commanded
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To go on Board, and Landed
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In Kent, at famous Dover,
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But we could ne'r get over,
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Our Courage waxed cold,
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Our Courage waxed cold.
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We march'd away from Flanders,
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Both Soldiers and Commanders,
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For this great Undertaking,
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Brave France we were forsaking,
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And being often told,
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And being, etc.
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As we was Sons of Thunder,
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We soon should roul in Plunder,
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Three Kingdoms lay before us,
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But we were crost by Boreas,
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And Courage waxed cold,
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And Courage, etc.
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We lay so long contriving,
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Begar, it spoil'd our thriving,
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The Prince which we attended,
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Is heartily offended,
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That Fortune prov'd unkind,
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That Fortune, etc.
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Yet if we would but venture,
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And those three Kingdoms enter,
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We shall have store of Treasure,
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And Riches out of measure,
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Yes, when the Devil's blind,
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Yes, etc.
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They tell a pleasant Story,
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That we may purchase Glory,
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Without the fear of Danger,
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Though Lewis be a Stranger,
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Yet Protestants are kind,
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Yet, etc.
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If we declare a Pardon,
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Although not worth a Farthing,
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They'll readily believe us,
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And lovingly receive us,
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Yes, when the Devil's blind,
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Yes, etc.
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Perhaps they may Invite us,
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And then, Begar, they'll fight us
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With Musket, Bomb and Cannon,
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The Boyn and River Shannon,
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Declares them to be kind,
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Declares, etc.
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Begar, day are for Killing,
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And shall we den be willing
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To leave our Native-Nation,
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For such an Invitation,
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Yes, when the Devil's blind,
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Yes, etc.
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If e're day catch us coming
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Wid sounding Charge and Druming
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To England, where day'll bang us,
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We'll give dem leave to hang us,
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Begar, we no touch mind,
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Begar, etc.
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'Tis true our Monks and Fryers,
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Declares we shall be Squires,
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And have our lousie Breeches,
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Well lin'd [w]id London Riches,
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Yes, when the Devil's blind,
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Yes, etc.
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The famous Town of Calis,
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The which was like a Palace,
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With Bombs they now have batter'd,
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The Buildings burn'd and shatter'd,
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This is the Love we find,
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This is the Love we find.
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Their Catholicks may call us,
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But Williamites will maul us;
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Then shall we go for Plunder,
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Where Guns will roar like Thunder,
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Yes, when the Devil's blind,
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Yes, when the Devil's blind.
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