A New SONG , As it is Sung upon the WALLS of
LONDON-DERRY,
By the Courageous English Souldiers, who Day and Night are
Defending our Lives and Liberties.
Made by an Honest Protestant Commander, and is now Printed for the Encouragement of our Protestants
here, and especially SOLDIERS .
To an Excellent New Tune, called, The New Scotch March .
Licensed according to Order.
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I.
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LEt each Man here Courageously stand
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With Musket Charg'd, and Sword in his hand
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There is an Express that brings good News,
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The minds of French-men to amuse:
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Now let us Fight, brave Boys, and Dye,
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To save our King and Progeny;
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We will fight all, bleed all, dye all,
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e're we will lose our Liberty.
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II.
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Let no Man fear, we will never part,
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But Courage each brave Loyal heart;
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Here will we stand, and be ready Arm'd,
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When chearful Trumpets us Alarm.
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They who brave Englishmens Courage would know
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Shall find it severely when we go;
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For we'll fight all, bleed all, dye all,
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e're we will lose our Liberty.
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III.
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We'll Fight and fear God, and Honour the King,
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And obey his Will in every thing:
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There[']s nothing so hard but we will observe,
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From English Laws we'll never swerve:
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Though scalding Lead was pour'd on our heads,
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And Bullets like Hail-stones on us should play,
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Yet we'd fight all, bleed all, dye all,
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e're Bloody Papists should get the day.
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IV.
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Though Papists Rejoyce, and fain wou'd see
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The Fall of Englands Liberty,
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Yet we that have God and the King of our side,
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The cause of all this will decide:
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For we will Fight, and Bleed, and Dye,
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To shew our Truth and Loyalty:
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We will fight all, bleed all, dye all,
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e're we will lose our Liberty.
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V.
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But Hark! our Men comes Shouting amain,
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For killing the Irish and their Train;
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Their Guns do Fire, and Trumpets Sound,
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And Drums do beat that shake the Ground:
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Huzza, brave Boys, we come, said they,
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And since we have had this Happy Day,
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We will fight all, bleed all, dye all,
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e're Bloody Papists shall get the day.
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VI.
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We've beat back our Foes and gotten Ground,
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We make them quake when e're we Sound;
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So great is the Justice of our Cause,
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O're those that Rebell against our Laws:
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They may think that Rebellion is sweet,
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And may a while maintain the Field,
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But we will fight all, bleed all, dye all,
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till we do make the Rebels yield.
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VII.
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In England they have done the same,
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The Papists there are come to shame;
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And here with us they look'd like Lambs,
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With their Cheats and Popish Shamms:
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But now they think by force of Arms,
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To fright us with their loud Allarms;
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But we'll fight all, bleed all, dye all,
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till we free England from all their Harms.
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VIII.
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Come let our brave General lead the way,
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We'l follow him by Night and Day;
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Until we have our Countries Release,
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We will never sleep in Peace:
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We'll Fight our selves, and ne'r expect
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To be Reliev'd by Strangers help;
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But let's fight all, bleed all, dye all,
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away, make haste, the Trumpets call.
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FINIS.
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