The Valiant Souldiers Lamentation,
FOR
The Loss of their Noble General TALMARSH ,
Who headed the Froces at the Decent on France , where he received
his fatal Wound, of which he soon after Died, to the unspeaka-
ble Grief of his Friends and Followers.
To the Tune of, The Fortune of War , etc.
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COme all you brave Heroes of Fame and Renown,
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Let a Tribute of Tears now run trickling down
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For the Loss of a Souldier that's lately deceas'd,
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You will find by these Lines he was none of the least:
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Therefore have we just reason, alas! to complain,
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For the Valiant brave General Talmarsh is slain.
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He did a true Souldier of Courage apper,
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For his Heart was an absolute stranger to Fear,
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In the greatest of Danger his Life he'd expose,
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Thorough Fire and Smoak in the face of his Foes,
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That he might the rich Trophies of Victory gain,
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But, alas! this brave General Talmarsh is slain.
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In Flanders his Valour has often been try'd,
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When as conquering Death in full triumph did ride
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Through the Hosts of the French and Confederates too,
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With a courage undaunted he still did pursue
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That he might the rich Trophies of Victory gain,
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But, alas! this brave General Talmarsh is slain.
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In Ireland likewise his Valour was known
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At the Storming the City of famous Athlone ,
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He in passing that River was one of the first,
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As a Souldier couragious and true to his Trust,
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That the Rights of three Kingdoms he then might maintain;
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But, alas! this brave General Talmarsh in slain.
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So great was his Soul in the Action of Fight
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That it was his Ambition and chiefest Delight
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To press on where the greatest of Danger appear'd:
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For the Coast of fair France with an Army he stear'd,
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That he there might true Honour and Victory gain;
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But, alas! this brave General Talmarsh is slain.
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Chear up , my brave Souldiers , he often reply'd,
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By the Blessing of God we may pull down the Pride
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Of the huffing proud Frenchmen and make them to fly ;
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You Shull none of you venture, Boys, further then I .
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And with this Resolution he crossed the Main,
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But, alas! this brave General Talmarsh is slain.
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With courage undaunted they then did advance
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To the pleasant fair Bancks of the Kingdom of France
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And altho' the loud Cannons like Thunder did roar,
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Yet he was the first Man that set foot on the shoar,
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That he might the lost Honour of Britain regain,
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But, alas! this brave General Talmarsh is slain.
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Tho' in this great Action small was his Success,
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Yet his Courage and Valour was never the less,
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He behaved himself like a General bold,
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While a Sword in his hand he was able to hold,
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That he might the rich Trophies of Honour obtain;
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But, alas! this brave General Talmarsh is slain.
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He's free'd from the Tumults and Noise of this Life,
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Which is nothing but War and Contention and Strife
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For we hope that in Regents of Joy he's at rest,
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Where no Warlike Alarms can his Quiet molest;
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Tho' our Loss, it may be his unspeakable Gain,
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Yet we needs must lament that Great Talmarsh is slain.
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FINIS.
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