King WILLIAM Triumphant:
OR THE
Siege of DUNKIRK.
Being the Downfal of FRANCE.
Tune of, Let Mary Live long, etc. Licensed according to Order.
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I.
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YE Jacobite Crew,
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'Gainst Willy Conspiring,
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And Jemmy admiring,
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Why look ye so blew
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at Willy's Success?
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He, he is the Man,
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Deny it who can,
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will our Grievance redress,
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And his undertakings,
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And his undertakings,
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kind Heaven does bless.
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II.
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All Europe ne'er knew
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A greater Commander,
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Than our Alexander:
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He France shall subdue,
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and tame the Monsieur;
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His Reign's at an end,
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And cannot pretend
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to stop his Career;
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For the French are still Running,
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The French are still Running,
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when he does appear.
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III.
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Now Savoy's brave Duke,
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With just Indignation,
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Has enter'd his Nation,
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With an undaunted look,
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like Caesar, o'recomes;
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He scorns the dull Cheat,
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To make himself Great,
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by Conqu'ring with Summs,
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But loves open Storming,
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But loves open Storming,
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with Mortars and Bombs.
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IV.
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Our Landmen are gone,
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And Dunkirk's our own, Boys,
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Both Castle and Town, Boys,
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The English press on,
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and the Enemies flee;
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No more shall they dare
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On Land to appear,
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than their Navy at Sea:
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The Name of Great William,
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The Name of Great William,
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their Terror shall be.
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V.
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Then come, let's advance,
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For we surely one day,
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Shall quaff off Burgundy,
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And each Man shall dance
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beneath his own Vine:
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The sprightly Champaign,
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Shall flow in each Vein,
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and our Faces shall shine
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Like Em'ralds and Rubies,
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Like Em'ralds and Rubies,
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whilst Lewis does pine.
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VI.
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Then, then to our King,
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A Health we'll be drinking,
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Without fear or shrinking,
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And next to our Queen,
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advance a full Bowl;
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For under the Care,
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Of this Royal Pair,
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how happy's each Soul,
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The Honest and Loyal,
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The Honest and Loyal,
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no Fears can Controul.
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