THE
Protestants Triumph
IN
Re-taking KILMORE
AND
Raising the Siege at LONDON-DERRY.
Together with the Fortunate surprizing of Dunhaladay to the Relief of 300 Pr[o-]
testant Prisoners.
Tune of, King William he is now come o're, etc.
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'TIs all confirm'd the News is true
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And the poor Papists all look blew:
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Their boasted Triumph ends in Noise,
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For now the Irish Army Flies.
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2.
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Before the Valiant English-Men,
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Whom they can now no longer penn;
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Within a mighty walled Town,
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Teague once thought to make his own,
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3.
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Great Albany again may Swim,
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This fatal Seige has ruin'd him;
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For Berwick, Sheldon, Ramsey Slain,
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Who'le dare to head Dear-Joys again.
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4.
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Teague was before a silly Rogue,
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Poor and dispised was the Dogg:
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But this Make-Kill so much in Vogue,
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Has drown'd him in a Kilmore-Bogg.
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5.
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Kilmore they had but lately got,
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With Golden Balls their Cannon-shot,
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Before the Derry-Boys came down,
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And put to Flight the Garrison.
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6.
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Brave Walker whose immortal Fame,
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Above his Fellows bears his Name;
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Whose Glorious deeds have rais'd him high,
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In War and in Divinity.
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Murray, Kirk, and all the rest,
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Whose Victorious Arms are blest;
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Do now in happy Triumph Sing,
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Praises to Heaven and our King.
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8.
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The mighty numbers that are slain,
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Have weakn'd so their great Campain;
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The Siege is rais'd and gone with speed,
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To tell St. Patricks how they bleed?
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9.
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Where we now leave'em to condole,
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Each one his Broder Teagues poor Shoul;
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And so return to sing the Fate,
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Of Protestants more Fortunate.
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10.
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An hundred Gentlemen that sail'd,
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In two great Ships that never fail'd:
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Unto the fam'd Dunhalady,
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Upon the Irish Colonie.
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Wherein two Irish Companies,
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Were set to turn the prison Keys;
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Where lay 300 Protestants,
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Beset with Miserys and Wants.
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12.
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Our Horo's landing quickly freed,
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The Captives and supply'd their needs:
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Equally sharing the Rich prize,
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Of Booty which they did surprize.
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This great adventure to compleat,
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The sparks before they did retreat;
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(Since all is Fish comes to the Hook)
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One Hundred popish prisoners took.
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Thus men who Thirst for true renown,
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Enrich themselves to serve the Crown,
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Nor is there any exploit dants
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True English-men and Protestants.
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