The Loyal Subject Resolution,
Who in Defence of his King will Fight
For to Maintain his Countries Right;
Inviting all his fellow peeres
To Lift themselves for Volunteeres.
To the Tune of, Turn Love.
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BRave English boyes come follow me,
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And I will lead the Van,
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My heart is bent couragiously
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To venter stoutly on:
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I hate the thoughts of Cowardize,
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Or such a dirty thing,
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Ile to the Wars go Volunteere
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In service for the King.
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The Netherlanders make their boast
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In a pr[e]sumptuous manner,
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To rove upon our English Coast
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And rob us of our Honour:
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But of stouted hearted London Lads,
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a party I will bring,
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Ile to the Wars etc.
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A gallant Fleet is setting out
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Brave English-men of War,
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Accompanied with Souldiers stout,
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Bold hearts and void of fear,
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Prepared and accoutered
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In habit for the Sea:
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Ile to the Wars go Volunteer
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And serve his Majesty.
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The Duke of York rites Admiral,
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His Highnesse wee[l]e attend
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This Noble hearted General
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Will prove our Countries friend;
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But when we come upon the Seas
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Then merrily we will Sing,
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And boldly venture in the Wars
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And service for the King.
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THeir States are grown so quarelsome,
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They now exclude their Prince,
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But their unlawfull Governments
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All Nations will Convince,
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From those confused multitudes
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Of Sects, doth Rebels Spring,
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Which in our land did mischief plot,
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Against our gracious King.
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When Rebellion there was hatch
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Against their Masters Throne
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An Army was forthwith dispatcht
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To make the Town their own:
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But weele subdue the Trojans true
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If they our Force will try,
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And boldly Fight for Englands Right
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To serve his Majesty.
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When Cromwels Nose they did oppose,
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The English peirced their life:
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But when Usurpers fall at odds
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The Devill must end the strife:
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But now we have encouragement
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To shew our Loyalty:
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Weele to the Wars go Volunteeres
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And serve his Majesty.
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What though we be but Prentises,
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We have our Masters grant,
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Then shall the terrour of the Seas
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Our Courage never daunt:
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As Fortune favours many a man,
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We may advanced be
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When in the Wars like Volunteres
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We serve his Majestie.
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They all complain that Guines gone
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And their men Routed there,
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Their Castles taken and undone,
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Which makes them drink and swear,
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But the truth is, they would have taken
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Our Forts by Treachery,
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Wherefore let us go Volunteres
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And serve his Majesty.
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The Neagars of that Countrey,
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With English Forces joyns,
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And marchs against their Enemies
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To purchase Golden Mines.
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To take and ransack Garrisons,
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Rich Plunder would there be:
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Ile to the Wars go Voluntere
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And serve his Majesty.
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Brave Lawson does upon us call,
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And doth for War prepare
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Against the Hollanders Forces all
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That prate and dominere.
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Heele give the On-set, One to Three,
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And make their Ears to Ring,
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Ile to the Wars go Voluntere
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And Venture for the King.
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With Allowance.
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