A New SONG.
Calld the Duke of Cumberlands Victory over the
Scotch Rebels at Cullodon-Moor, near Inverness.
Made by a Soldier who was in the Engagement.
To the Tune of the Earl of ESSEX.
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YOU Subjects of Britton now you may Rejoice,
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And pray for King George with Heart and Voice.
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The Popish Pretender has now run away,
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Just like his old Daddy no longer could stay.
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The brave Duke of Cumberland he did command,
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And happy was we that had such a Hand,
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He greatly Encouraged his Soldiers that Day,
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And it was our Care his Command to obey.
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We followed the Rebels thro Dirt and thro Mire,
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And for to come up with them was our Desire;
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At length we did wade through the fresh River Spey,
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And when we came over they still run away.
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We still advancd after them Four Days,
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Over Mountains, thro Rivers, and many rough Ways;
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At length we came up with them near Inverness,
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And there we quickly put them to Distress.
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They had thirteen Pieces of Cannon that Day,
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Which quickly upon us began for to Play;
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Our Cannon we turned it and levelld it so True,
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Which made all the Rebels begin to look Blue.
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They thought to come in upon Us Sword in Hand,
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But as we was ordered we firmly did stand;
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We poured in our small Shot so when they drew nigh,
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That many fell Dead and the rest they did fly.
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They was in such hast they their Cannon did leave,
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And then the Pretender did weep and did grieve;
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They left all their Baggage their hast it was such.
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And their Amunition which grieved them much.
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Our Light horse and Dragoons they did closely pursue
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With Broad Swords and Pistols great Numbers they slew
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The Ground it was covered with wounded and slain,
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So Popish Pretender thy hopes are in Vain.
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Three thousand that Day we lay dead on the Ground
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Besides many Skulking in Cabbins we found;
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And many Deserted their Kale-yards to set,
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Which put the Pretender into a great Fret.
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Altho they had got an Assistance from France,
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The brave Duke of Cumberland made them to Dance,
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He took many Prisoners and blasted their hope,
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For he was not commanded by General Cope.
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To hang all the Rebels you have my Consent,
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Because with a good King they are not Content,
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The World it is come to a very sad Pass,
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For they want to have Britton be Ruld by an Ass.
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Let each Loyal Subject then fill up a Glass,
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And drink to King George and about let it Pass;
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And when your Hands in let your Liquor not stand,
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But fill up another to brave CUMBERLAND.
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For Hes a Commander Couragious and bold,
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In following the Rebels he will not be Contrould;
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I wish he may always have Health and Success,
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For such a Commander is a great Happiness.
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Englands GLORY; Or,
Duke WILLIAMs Triumph over the
Rebels in SCOTLAND.
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BRITTONS all your Voices Raise,
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Huzza! the British Hero;
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And sound the brave Duke Williams Praise
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And make the Vallies Eccho;
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For now me Boys weve got the Day,
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For which we long did wish and Pray,
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Let every Churchman with me say,
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God save the brave Duke William.
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When our Champion Orders gave,
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To march and give them Battle,
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Our Soldiers gave three loud Huzzas,
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Whilst Cannon loud did Rattle;
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When to the River Spey they came,
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So eager was they for the Game,
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They all leaped in and thro it Swam,
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Lead on by brave Duke William.
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The Rebels lookd like Men amazd,
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To see the Brittons coming,
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They Spyed the Duke and on him gazed,
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But soon they all were running;
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On Cullodon Moor, they made a stand,
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Eight thousand Men with Sword in Hand,
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But all the World must needs commend,
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The Conduct of brave Duke William.
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Our Soldiers bravely stood their Ground
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And briskly they did Fire,
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The vain Pretender quickly found,
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Twas time for to retire;
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Three Sousand slain they left behind,
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A Thousand more thats now confined,
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And Monsieur you shall quickly find,
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A Champion in Duke William.
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Pray God preserve great George our King
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The Glory of our Nation,
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Let every Popish Rebel Swing,
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At TYBURN their old Station;
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But Loyal Subjects soon will see,
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The sweet Effects of Liberty,
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Preserved from Popish Tyranny,
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By GOD and brave Duke William.
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