King WILLIAM'S
Welcome to Holland:
OR,
His Conquering Armies Valiant Resolution Toge-
ther with the Loyal Subjects hearty Wish, for His good Success and safe
Return.
Tune of, March Boys , etc. Licensed according to Order .
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I.
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BOys sound the Trumpet, beat the Drum,
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the Summer is drawing on a main,
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King William (the glory of Christendom )
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is over in Flanders once again;
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Whose Courage and Conduct is well known,
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his Enemies they may dread his Power,
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For he has an Army now of his own,
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which soon will make proud Lewis scower;
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Sound Boys, sound Boys, Tan-ta-ra-ra-ra-ra,
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this is the Musick sweet of Flanders,
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While our King, in the Flourishing Spring,
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does head his Troops and brave Commanders.
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II.
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Kind Neptune he wafted him over in love,
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and Landed him safe at the Holland Hague ,
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That like a Heroe now he may prove,
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to Lewis of France a perpetual plague,
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The Cannons was roaring, and Bells did ring,
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in token how dearly they adore him,
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All crying, Long live great William the King ,
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and may he Conquer all before him ;
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Sound Boys , sound Boys , Tan-ta-ra-ra-ra-ra ,
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this was the cry of chief Commanders ,
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When he has Fought , put them all to the Rout ,
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let him in Triumph Sail from Flanders.
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III.
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Stout Heroes of Fame, his glory proclaim,
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while he a Right Valiant Army doth lead,
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True Boys, that are bred to the Martial game,
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who never was fearful to Fight and Bleed,
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But up to the face of the Enemy ride,
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through Vollies of Shot, nay, smoak and fire,
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Still cutting and hewing on ev'ry side,
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untill they make the Foes retire;
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Sound Boys , sound Boys , Tan-ta-ra-ra-ra-ra ,
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this is the cry of chief Commanders ,
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King William he , let him gain Victory ,
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and so return with Fame from Flanders.
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IV.
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While flourishing Colours we display,
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like English souldiers, with shouts of Joy,
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We'll enter the Battel and Bloody fray,
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the troops of the Enemy to destroy;
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Nay Thundering Balls shall batter down,
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the Battlements high, and Pallizadoes
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King William shall conquer and gain renown,
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in spight of France and their Bravadoes,
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Sound Boys , sound Boys , Tan-ta-ra-ra-ra-ra ,
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this is the cry of chief Commanders ,
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King William he , let him gain Victory ,
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and so return with Fame from Flanders.
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V.
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Last S ummer the French-men durst not face,
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K. Williams great Army stout and bold,
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Lest they should return home with disgrace,
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for why, he had Noble hearts of Gold,
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Yet now he will have full five for one,
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stout Lads that will fight for fame & treasure
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L et Lewis beware, they shake his Throne,
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and let him know their high displeasure;
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Sound Boys , sound Boys , Tan-ta-ra-ra-ra-ra ,
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this is the cry of chief Commanders ,
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King William he , let him gain Victory ,
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and so Return with Fame from Flanders .
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VI.
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His Conquering Sword shall Tr[iumph a]gain,
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and L awrels his Royal Head shall Crown,
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While he does enjoy a flourishing Reign,
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the glory of France we'll trample down,
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Proud Lewis , brave boys, that Christian Turk,
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this S ummer we Reckon to bring under,
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Resolved we are to make sure work,
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and charge him home with Peals of thunder
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Sound Boys , sound Boys , Tan-ta-ra-ra-ra-ra ,
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this is the cry of chief Commanders ,
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King William he , let him gain Victory ,
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and so Return with Fame from Flanders.
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