The Triumph of Namur:
OR,
The Confederate Armys unspeakable Joy, for
their Victory over the French, in the Surrender of the
Castle, which they bravely Conquerd.
Tune of, The Evening Ramble. Licensd according to Order.
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COme listen, you Protestant Subjects,
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that have any love for the Land,
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Heres Tydings of Joy, sing, Vive le Roy,
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the French are not able to stand
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Against our Great KING of Renowun,
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he tramples their Insolence down;
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Eer long they shall know him, and willingly show him
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that Dignity due to his Crown:
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With Bumpers therefore let us season our Joys,
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The Castle of Namur surrenderd, brave Boys.
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Our Canons did bellow like Thunder,
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and Bombs they did mount in the Air,
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And while thus we fought, dear Friends youd have thought
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the Great God of War had been there;
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For why, we encompassd them round,
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and Mortars sent Bombs to rebound,
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So fairly we slung em, they fell in among em,
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no manner of Safety they found:
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With Bumpers therefore let us season our Joys,
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The Castle of Namur surrenderd, brave Boys.
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Alas, it was not in their power,
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that fortifyd place to maintain,
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Altho they were stout, and thought to hold out,
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King WILLIAMs stout conquering Train
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Did show t[h]em such thundering play,
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that still in the heat of the Fray,
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As fast as we fird, the French they retird,
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it was but a folly to stay:
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Therefore with full Bumpers lets season our Joys,
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The Castle of Namur surrenderd, brave Boys.
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The French in their Castle did tremble,
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to hear how the Canons did roar,
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Whose battering Balls so shatterd their walls,
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they ner was so frighted before;
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For while this close Siege we did form,
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with Bombs we supplied them so warm,
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That, during the Action, they were in distraction,
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that just like a fiery storm,
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They fell on the Castle with thundring noise,
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This made them be glad to surrender, brave Boys.
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Right Noble and Valiant Commanders
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did gallantly lead on their Men,
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Who then did appear, like Strangers to Fear,
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resolving to scour them then,
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Bold Britains, with other Allies,
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the Germans and Spaniards likewise,
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And while they contended, smoak-vapours ascended
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and seemed to darken the Skies;
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Saluting the French with a thundering noise,
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And forcd them to yield up t[he] [Cast]le, brave Boys.
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The Marquess de Boufflers he sweated
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with Anger and Passion of Mind,
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Quoth he, Is it so, Begar, must we go
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and leave this good Castle behind?
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It is a sad ting, I declare,
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and more den mes able to bear;
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When Leues my Master, shall hear this Disaster,
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Begar in a passion hell swear.
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And thus he went on with a sorrowful noise,
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Before he surrenderd the Castle, brave Boys.
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Quoth he, If the King of Great Britain
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is forced to take it by storm,
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The slaughtering Sword will ruin afford;
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therefore it is best to conform.
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The rest did immediately cry,
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Yes, let us surrender: For why,
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If we are serious, King WILLIAM will spare us;
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then let us not wilfully die.
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Theyre coming we hear with a thundering noise;
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This said, they surrenderd the Castle, brave Boys.
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Their General, with his whole Army,
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lay looking upon us the while,
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Yet struck not a blow, because you must know,
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he knew it was trouble and toyl;
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But when we the Castle had won,
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he packd up his Awls and he run;
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Unwilling to tarry, lest he should miscarry,
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he found what King WILLIAM had done.
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He frighted the French by his thundering noise,
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And forcd them to yield up the Castle, brave Boys.
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