The LOYAL
BRITISH
Fighting in
FLANDERS:
Or, A New SONG, made by a Protestant Centinel of the British Forces.
To an excellent new Tune much in Request.
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AS I was at a merry Meeting,
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being in a merry vein;
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Where I heard a Souldier singing,
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true blue will never stain.
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I have been in France and Flanders,
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where I've seen great numbers slain;
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Colonels, Captains, chief Commanders,
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true blue will never stain.
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Last Summer it was dirty weather,
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we march'd through Corn with all our train,
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We march'd, and fought two days toge-ther,
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true blood will never stain.
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We at Walcot had a Battel,
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for five hours it did remain;
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The British made their Guns to rattle,
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true blew will never stain.
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Little else but Smoak and Fire,
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cou'd we see all round the Plain;
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Yet we made the French retire,
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true blue will never stain.
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At Charleroy our Cannons roar'd,
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and our Bullets flew amain:
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We laid the French-men in their gore,
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true blue will never stain.
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Not a Souldier feared dying,
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though some thousands there lay slain,
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Shot as thick as Hail was flying,
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true blue will never stain.
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At length some of our men was wounded,
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ay, and other some was slain:
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This at all we never valu'd,
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true blue will never stain.
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Under the Surgeons hand we tarry'd,
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till our wounds was heal'd again:
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Brave British hearts were carry'd,
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true blue will never stain,
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My Captain was a Prisoner taken,
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and our Lieutenant Colonel slain,
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Yet we'd ne'r fight against our Conscience
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true blue will never stain.
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He that strikes, he may be stricken,
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He that fights he may be slain:
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He that's beaten, is not eaten,
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true blue will never stain.
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While we in a Land of Strangers,
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did in Camp of Field remain;
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We were still beset with dangers,
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true blue will never stain.
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'Tis the wars that we delight in,
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and a Cowards name disdain;
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British Boys the best for fighting,
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true blue will never stain.
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Let not one despise a Souldier,
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for he does our Rights maintain,
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Proving still the Lands upholder,
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true blue will never stain.
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Thus we've been all Europe over,
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Britains honour to maintain,
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And now we're set ashore at Dover,
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true blue will never stain.
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For King William and Queen Mary,
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If need be, we'l fight again,
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The mean while Boys, let's be merry,
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true blue will never stain.
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