A New Loyal SONG, upon
King WILLIAMS
Progress into IRELAND
To a New Scotch Tune of, Valiant Jockey Marcht away. With Allowance.
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N Ow our Mighty William Goes
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To Ireland to Subdue His Foes,
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With the Noble force of Englands Crown,
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To pluck the Ir ish Rebels down;
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Fames loud Trumpet does Proclaim,
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The greatness of His Royal Fame;
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Fearing Him, now into Bogs they run,
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His Justice, and His Rage to shun:
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None of His foes, dare His pow'r oppose,
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Heaven such success on Him bestows;
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Just is His Cause, to defend our Laws;
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Blessings Crown Him wheresoe're He goes.
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When great William , whom they dread,
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Shall meet them at His Armies Head,
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Fear will so possess each Rebels heart,
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That from their Standard they'l depart;
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When His Mighty Sword they see,
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He'll soon obtain the Victory:
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There's no Rebel Teague that dare withstand
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The fury of His powerful Hand;
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Preists then must fly, Hone O Hone they'l cry,
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And their Lord a second time deny;
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To France they'll scowr from the Irish shore,
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And desert him as they did before.
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Rebels fly, and quit your Arms,
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King Williams Name your Camp Alarms;
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Now your Preists, & good St. Patricks Cross,
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Will both be quickly at a loss;
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Teague, O now prepare your Brogs,
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To Trot a cross your Irish Bogs
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Or at Royal Williams Footstool fall,
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And for his Candid Mercy call;
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He's so Brave, He'l a Rebel Save,
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Covets not a Traytors blood to have:
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Love and Mercy brings you the best of Kings,
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Shelter therefore under his Sacred Wings.
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Come ye Valliant English Lads,
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Whose fame the Universe o'respreads;
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For the Glory of our Englands Crown,
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Lets pluck the Irish Rebels down:
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Sound the Trumpets beat the Drums,
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Great William now He comes He comes;
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All His foes must fly and quit the Field,
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Or else unto his Mercy Yeild.
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Ireland now shall Obediance show,
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And to Great King Williams Scepter bow;
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Mounsieurs Valliant men must fly back again,
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Or his grand Assistance will be slain.
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Heaven bless our King and Queen,
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Who have our Nations safe-guard been,
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Wheresoe're They do Their Banner spread,
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May Larwels Crown Their Royal Head;
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Bless our Prince wheresoe're He goes,
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May He Subdue His Rebel foes;
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And in Battle so Successful be,
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As alwaies gain the Victory;
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Long may He Reign, and His Pow'r Maintain,
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In His Kingdoms, and upon the Main;
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May He Live in Peace, & His Pow'r Encrease,
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And Reign Sovereign o're the Land and Seas.
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