The Christian Conquest.
Being an Account of the great overthrow of the Turks before the Im-
perial City of Vienna, in Germany, who, by Gods Blessing and the happy Conduct
of the King of Poland, the Duke of Lorain, etc were totally rou[t]ed; having lost near
One hundred thousand Men in the Field, Sixty thousand Tents, and two Millions
of Money in the Grand Visiers Tent. etc.
Tune of, When the King injoys his own again.
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GOod people all sing and rejoyce,
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And praise the Lord with heart and voice,
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Such a Deliverance he hath shown
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The like before scarce ere was known,
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For the Infidels and Turks
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Had raised mighty works
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Before Viennas stately walls;
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But God did them defend,
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And will prove a certain friend
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To such as for help on him calls.
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With a hundred and fifty thousand strong
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The Infidels did vaunt along,
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And for to take this City fair
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This Army great they did prepare:
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But it proved all in vain,
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For they beat t[h]em back again,
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And like brave Christians they did fight,
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Such resistance they did meet,
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Did frighten them to seet,
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At last they were inforced to flight.
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The valiant King of Poland he
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Led on his Men couragiously,
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So that with Trumpet and with Drum
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Before the Infidels theyr come.
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The Duke of Lorain
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Came prancing ore the Plain,
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And like a noble Heroe fought,
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Till fearing the defeat,
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They began to retreat,
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And at last they put them to the rout.
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And of so many thousand men
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Theres very few returnd again,
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They met with such an overthrow,
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The like before they ner did know;
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For the Christians did fight
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In a Cause that was right.
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So great Jehovah did them bless;
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The Grand Visier he is slain,
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And will ner return again,
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His mournful ditty to express.
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These Infidels were insolent,
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And nothing could their minds content,
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But vaunting, said that they were come
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To over-run all Christendome:
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Such reckoning they did make,
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But it provd a great mistake,
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They now unto their sorrow find,
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And it makes them very sad
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That their fortune was so bad
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To leave Grand Visier here behind.
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The Valour of the Polish King
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Throughout all Christendome doth ring;
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Likewise the brave Duke of Lorain,
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Who next the King did lead the Van:
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The brave Barbarian Duke
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Did there insolence Rebuke,
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And the Elector of great Saxony,
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While the Noble Prince Waldeck,
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There insolence did check,
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Who all did fight couragiously.
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Sure Mahomet was fast asleep
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When Christians Canon made them weep,
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Like mighty thunder they did rore
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The like they nere did hear before;
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Bravely the Fight begun,
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And as well was carried on
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With resolution stout and bold,
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And now they do lament
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They lost their Leaders Tent,
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Which was worth two millions of Gold.
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And threescore thousand Tents beside
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They left behind for all their Pride,
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Beside so many thousands slain,
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Not half so many alive remain;
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For the Christians, brave & stout,
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Did put them to the rout
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That did such lofty Language use,
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There will not be many men
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That will ere get [h]ome agen
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To tell this lamentable News.
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