ROYAL Courage,
OR,
King WILLIAM 's Happy Success in Ireland .
Tune is, Let the Soldiers Rejoyce . Licensed according to Order.
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I.
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LET the Soldiers rejoyce,
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With a general Voice,
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And the Senate new Honours and Glory decree 'em,
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Who at his Army's Head,
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Struck the fell Monster dead,
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And so boldly, so boldly, so bravely did free 'em.
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II.
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To Mars let 'em raise,
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And their Emperor's Praise,
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A Trophy of Fame of the Army's own making:
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To Maximinian too,
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Some honours are due,
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Who joyned, who joyned, in the brave Undertaking.
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III.
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With Flower's let 'em strow
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The Way as they go,
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Their Statues with Garlands of Roses adorning;
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Who from Tyrannies Night,
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Drave the Mists from their sight,
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And gave them, and gave them a glorious Morning.
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IV.
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Brave Boys of Renown,
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Whom Lawrels shall Crown,
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For your valliant Exploits with your famous Commanders,
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Rejoice now and Sing,
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Drink Healths to the King,
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Whose Valour and Conduct exceeds Alexanders .
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V.
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With Sword in our Hand,
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We'll Couragiously stand
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And oppose all Rebellers 'gainst Englands great Crown, Boys,
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All Europe shall see,
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Our true Loyalty,
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Whilst we fight for to purchase Great William Renown, Boys,
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VI.
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The French are all fled,
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With De Lausun their Head,
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To the Tyrant their Master they now do advance too,
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With Boys stout and true,
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We them will pursue,
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And beat the proud Lewis and them out of France too
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VII.
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We'll banish all fear,
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From the Front to the Rear,
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Drums beating, Flags flying, and Cannons s[hall] thunder,
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French and Irish shall own,
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That King William alone,
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Deserves their Allegiance, and all the worlds wonder.
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VIII.
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Great Limerick Town,
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We'll soon batter down,
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If they do not their Forts and their Castles surrender,
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For Providence we see,
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Crowns with Victory,
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The valliant King William Great Brittains Defender.
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IX.
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Let us stand to our Trust,
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Since our Cause it is Just,
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There is none but the French and the Pope will deny it,
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If they will not submit,
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As we shall think fit,
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We are ready with Sword and with Musquet to try it,
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X.
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If the Fleet does stand true,
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As we hope it will do,
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No occasion we have then at all to repine, Boys,
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The Rebells all runs,
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At these noise our Guns,
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Then drink the Kings Health in a Glass of good Wine, Boys .
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