The Royal Resolution:
OR,
His Majesty's taking leave of the Queen, at his De-
parture from the Court for the Expedition of IRELAND.
To the Tune of My sweet Corydon. Licensed according to Order.
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FArewell Royal Queen, to the bloudy Scene,
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of the Irish Wars I'll go;
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Where the French I'll face, and the Rebels chase
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bringing their haughty Courage low;
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With my Army of True Protestants,
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The which will advance to each fenced Town,
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Who in Armour bright, freely fight,
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to defend my Royal Crown.
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2.
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In whose Company now I long to be,
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since the Season do's far advance,
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That I may subdue that Rebellious Crew,
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and check the growing Pride of France;
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Therefore here I take my leave of thee,
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And I hope to free those whom France runs down.
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For in Armour bright will I fight,
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to defend my Royal Crown.
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3.
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Can I here remain with a Courtly Train,
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and let Ireland bleeding lye,
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While True Subjects there languish in Despair?
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oh, Royal Lady, no not I.
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At the Head of my vast armed Band,
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Lady I'll Command Soldiers of Renown,
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And in Armour bright, etc.
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4.
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When I first come o'er from the Holland Shoar,
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Life and Fortune here to expose,
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The Church to defend, therefore to the End,
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still will I Chase the Romish Foes;
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For I doubt not but the Powers above,
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Will express their Love, to pull Popery down,
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While in Armour bright, etc.
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5.
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While I leave the Realm, at the Royal Helm,
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Thou my Lady shall placed be;
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For to Rule and Reign, Justice to maintain,
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the Subject's Law and Liberty;
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While I do return from Ireland,
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All's at thy Command, tho' the Romans frown;
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There in Armour bright, etc.
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6.
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Never did I fear in Wars to appear,
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when the Cause has been just and good,
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But could freely go, to subdue the Foe,
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by whom Religion is withstood,
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If I live, proud France shall feel my Rage;
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For when we engage, drive 'em from each Town,
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Where in Armour bright, etc.
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Brave Commanders bold, valiant Hearts of Gold,
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whose true Courage there's none can stain,
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Those will live or dye, in the Company
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of the couragious warlike Train:
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When the French and Rebells they shall hear,
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I'm approaching near, soon they'll quit each Town,
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And in Armour bright, will we fight,
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to defend our Royal Crown.
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Then the Queen reply'd, May the Heavens guide
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and guard thy Royal Person still,
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While those Enemies fall a Sacrafice,
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who dare oppose thy Royal Will,
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May a Blessing wait upon the Sword
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of my Soveraign Lord, William of Renown,
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While in Armour bright thou dost fight,
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to defend our Royal Crown.
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