An Excellent New SONG,
CALLD,
General Ginkle's Conquest,
Or the
Surrender of Limerick.
To the great Joy of all Protestants.
To the Tune of, Let the Souldiers Rejoyce. With Allowance.
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I.
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LET the Nation be glad,
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And each true hearted Lad
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Rejoyce, for Lim---ricks surrender;
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Set the Bells all to Ring,
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Whilst each Protestant Sings
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All Joy to, all Joy to brave Ginkle Commander.
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II.
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Tho' Sarsfield's whole Force,
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That's composed of Horse,
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Was got to the To---wn in the Night Boys,
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When a Sally they made,
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We the Irish so paid,
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That they scamper'd, they scamper'd, & run like to Dear Joys.
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III.
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The Walls of their Town,
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Which our Balls have beat down,
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Has put the Besie---g'd in Confusion,
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And our Bombs which were thrown,
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So much mischief have done,
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To surrender, surrender is now the Conclusion.
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IV.
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Brave Ginkle's whole Force,
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Beat the Enemies Horse,
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And kill'd of the I---rish Six Hundred,
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And without more adoe,
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300 Prisoners took too,
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Whilst they in the, they in the Town gaz'd and wonder'd.
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V.
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A white Flag they hung out,
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Which appeased the Stout,
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And straitways for Ho---stages changed;
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Brave Scravenmore went in,
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And Prince Hesse with him,
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Whilst Sarsfield, and Wahop for them were exchanged.
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VI.
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It was on the Fourth day
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Of October, I say,
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The strong Town of Li---merick that Wonder,
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Was left by their Force,
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Both of Foot and of Horse,
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To the English, the English, to Enter and Plunder.
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VII.
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Now may Ireland be,
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Erom the Rapparees free,
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Since K. William has a--ll the strong places,
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May they all now submit,
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Or the Land forc'd to quit,
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And never more, never more dare show their Faces.
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VIII.
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Let the Guns in the Tower,
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Be discharged each hour,
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While our Drums beat, and Trum---pets are sounding;
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Let us all now advance,
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'Gainst the Power of France,
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To the Monsieurs, the Monsieur's utter Confounding.
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