A New Copy of Verses:
UPON
King WILLIAMS
Going
To Flanders, and His
Taking Leave of His Royal Consort
Queen MARY:
Tune, All Happy Times .
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TO Wars (my Dear) now must I go,
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To Conquer France my Kingdoms Foe
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The pride of Lewis I'le pull down,
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New Glories add to Englands Crown.
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I must go see the Bloody-day,
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When Canons Roar and Horses Nigh,
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When Bullets fly, and Swords do Clash,
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Thro' all these dangers will I pass.
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Until the Field of Battle 'ts wrow'd,
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With Frenchmens Mangl'd Limbs and Blood,
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And Clouds of Smoak from Guns arise,
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Which shall in Mourning put the Skies.
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These and a Thousand dangers more,
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By stormy S eas, or on the Shore,
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In fatal Fights I'le stand my Chance,
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Old Englands Glory to Advance.
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My Sword shall never peaceful be,
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Till Englands Master of the Sea;
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Nor will I sheath it's Conquering S teel,
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Till France its powerful stroke shall feel.
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May Heaven's Guard you in our Throne
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Which you must now Govern alone,
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May Angello keep you free from Cares,
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Farewell dear Soul I must to Wars.
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MY Royal Lord may Angels Bless,
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All your endeavours with Success;
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That Glorious Triumph may reward,
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The Actions of your Noble Sword.
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May every Battle bring Renown,
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And add new Trophies to your Crown,
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That all your Enemies may see,
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Your Deeds ne're want Prosperity.
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May haughty France it'r S ceptee bow,
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And all your Glorious Acts allow
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That Peace and Plenty then may fly,
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Thro' all the Kingdoms we enjoy.
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No Troubles shall attend your Throne,
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But Thoughts of hazards you must Run.
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Then hopes that you shall win the day,
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Shall put these trembling fears away.
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Heaven which gives you such Success,
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I hope will all your Actions Bless,
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And Guard you safe across the Main,
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And calmly bring you back again,
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When flaming Piles for joy shall burn,
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And Subjects bless your safe Return,
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Whilst till thy Awful Throne and Me,
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Thrice hap'ly Welcome shalt thou be.
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