THE
Protestants of Englands Prayers
FOR THE
English and Dutch
Good Proceedings against their Enemies by Sea and Land.
To the Tune of, The English Travellers, or, Why are my Eyes still Flowing. With Allowance.
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THe Truble in this Kingdom puts us to a stand,
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God Bless King and People from their Enemies hand,
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The French and the Irish may never have power,
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That the Lord may be our Defender then every hour,
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And the Lord go along with our Army and Fleet,
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To Fight us the Battle when their Enemies they meet,
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For the Lord gives the Victory every way,
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Let's down of our Knees and most heartily Pray.
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The French they are Bloody, and the Irish also,
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They are most of them Cruel, and a Monstrous Foe,
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There is no Mercy in their Cruel Hand,
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Let's be true to one another by Sea and by Land,
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And Fight them, and Fight them, and Fight them again,
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And stand them all out, till they Die, or else Run,
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For the Lord gives the Victory everyway,
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Lets down of our Knees and most heartily Pray.
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What a number of Irish by a small Party was Slain
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At London-Derry, the Truth is so plain,
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The Lord doth stand with us, who need not to fear,
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All in good time, who shall Conquer 'em there,
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When our Army is Landed, who'l make them to yield,
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Who'l make the Proud Irish and French leave the Field,
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For the Lord gives the Victory every way,
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Let's down of our Knees and most heartily Pray.
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For all this long Seige that this People endure,
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From the Lord they will have some Relief to be sure,
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A Protestant Party got into an Isle,
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And Landed some Forces now in the mean while,
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And given them a Bang that does make them to stink,
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There's One and Twenty Officers has had there last drink,
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For the Lord gives the Victory every way,
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Let's down of our Knees and most heartily Pray.
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And Seventeen more Officers ta'n Prisoners that Day,
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Which makes it appear 'twas a foul Bloody Fray,
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And Twenty One more Wounded of that Popish Crew,
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All the Devil's Officers, I tell unto you,
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There Army must needs be out of order to be sure,
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When the brave Protestants of England did give them that Cure,
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For the Lord gives the Victory every way,
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Let's down of our Knees and most heartily Pray.
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What can these Cowards now say at this thing,
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That puts such great trust now in their French King,
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What will they do when we have an Army in the Field,
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Who'l Beat them out of Ireland and make them to yield,
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God is our Defender, he will keep us safe still,
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Who fear not the French, that doth Rob, Fier, and Kill,
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For the Lord gives the Victory every way,
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Let's down of our Knees and most heartily Pray.
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Now in the Conclusion of this new Song,
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God Bless all true Protestants, both Old and Young,
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And defend us from their Bloody Hands,
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The Lord Bless the Church of England, and for to stand.
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For God will Reward them one Day for their pain,
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The French and the Irish, and their Bloody [T]rain;
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For the Lord gives the Victory every way,
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Let's down of our Knees and most heartily Pray.
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