King William's Welcome
TO
IRELAND.
WITH
His joyfull Reception by the Noble Commanders, and also 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 should 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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