THE
Devonshire Boys courage
AND
Loyalty to Their Majesties King WILLIAM and
Queen MARY; in defending their Country
from the Invasion of the French.
[To] an Excellent New Tune; calld The Devonshire Boys delight: Or, The Liggan waters, etc.
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[B]Rave Devonshire Boys made haste away,
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When News did come from Tinmouth-bay,
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[T]he French were Landed in that Town,
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[A]nd Treacherously had burnt it down.
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[W]hen to the Town they did draw near,
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[T]he French did streightways disappear;
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Because that they had then beat down,
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[A]nd basely burnt poor Tinmouth Town.
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[O]n Halden-Hill they did design,
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[T]o draw their Men up in a Line;
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[Bu]t Devonshire Boys did make them run,
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[W]hen once they did discharge a Gun
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Brave Blew-Coat Boys did watch them so,
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They to no other place dare go;
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For if they had returnd again,
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Im sure the French-men had been slain.
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They for their coming do prepair,
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In Devonshire, if to Land they dare;
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Neer doubt their Courage theyll pull down,
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For burning of poor Tinmouth Town.
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The French theyll shew an English Daunce,
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Ere they again return to France;
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They wont forget their beating down.
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And burning of poor Tin[mouth Town.]
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Let Monsieur then do what he can,
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Well still Reign Masters ore the Main;
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Old Englands Right upon the Sea,
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In spight of France maintaind shall be.
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No Seaman fears to lose his Blood,
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To justifie a cause so good;
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To fight the French, who have begun
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With burning of poor Tinmouth Town.
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The Cornish Lads will lend a hand,
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And Devonshire Boys will with them Band,
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To pull the pride of Monsieur down,
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Who basely burnd poor Tinmouth Town.
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To our most Gracious King and Queen,
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Their Loyalty it shall be seen;
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With heart and hand they vow to fight,
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For to maintain King Williams Right.
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I wish such Loyal hearts be found,
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In all the Counties England Round;
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Then let the French-men us approach,
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Their Brandy Vessels we will broach.
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We hope our Fleet will prove most just,
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In not betraying of their Trust,
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[Th]en the French shall pay full sore,
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[For] Trespassing on our English-shore.
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If in our hands they once do fall,
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They certainly shall pay for all,
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The D[a]mage done, in beating down,
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And burning of poor Tinmouth Town
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Dutch-men of War they will us meet,
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For to compleat our Royal Fleet;
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Which being done they will advance,
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For to pull down the pride of France.
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Lets pray kind Heaven for to bless,
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Our Gracious King with good success
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Then we shall all right happy be,
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For to Injoy our Liberty.
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We will advance King Williams fame,
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And add new Glorys to his name,
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The hawghty Monsieur well pluck down,
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For to advance Old Englands Crown.
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Now England is so powerful grown,
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Poor Monsieur Totters in his Throne,
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Brave Boys with Courage lets proceed,
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No English-man will fear to bleed.
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Then let proud French-men all bewail,
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That Ere they did to England Sail,
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Not words but blows shall make it out,
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When we with them have tother bout.
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