THE
Soldiers CATCH:
OR,
The Salisbury Jigg,
Lately Sung at COURT.
Licensed according to Order.
To the the Tune of, Let the Soldiers Rejoyce.
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ROom boys, room, room boys, room;
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For form Ireland we com:
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We have mawl'd the Original Tories;
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We have baffled the League
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Between Monsieur and Teague,
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And eclips'd the Grand Lewis his Glories.
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They all fly in the Field,
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Their best Garrisons yield,
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They stand trembling, while we take their Passes.
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Our brave King at our Head,
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We fear no Steel, nor Lead,
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But laugh at their Beads and their Masses.
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3
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If some Bloud we have spilt.
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To compound for the Guilt,
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In Love's Camp we will do double Duty;
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Mankind we will repair,
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With the Leave of the Fair,
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And pay our Arrears to true Beauty.
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Our worst Noise in the Pit,
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Shall pass all for good Wit,
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While the City and the Bumkins adore us.
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We will pay the Rogues well,
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Their Wives Bellies shall swell,
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And the Cuckolds at random shall score us.
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5
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The next Summer for France.
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We will boldly advance,
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Our Noble Redeemer shall lead us:
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We will break the Slaves Chains,
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And drink off their Champains,
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To the Health of that Heroe that freed us.
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He hates Lewis-le-Grand,
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Like a true English Man,
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And ne'er will consent to a Treaty,
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Till each Neighbouring Crown
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Have what's justly their own,
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And the French strike Sail when they meet ye
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7
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Since Elizabeth's Reign,
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No Protestant Queen,
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We have had, but the present, God bless he[r.]
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Since our Edward the Fourth,
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No brave Prince of such worth,
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But William, his Valiant Successor
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With a Queen so devout,
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And a People so stout;
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A Parliament that will supply 'em.
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A Cause that is Right,
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And a King that will fight,
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Our Enemies all we defie 'em.
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