The Loyal SOLDIERS
OF
FLANDERS.
A New SONG, made by a Protestant Centinel of the
English 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 Blew will never stain.
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I have been in France and Flanders,
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where I have seen great numbers slain,
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Collonels, Captains, chief Commanders,
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True Blew, etc.
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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 together
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True Blew will never stain.
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At Wallcor we had a Battle,
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for five hours it did remain,
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The English made the 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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could we see all round the Plain;
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Yet we made the French Retire,
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True Blew, etc.
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At Charleroy our Cannons Roared,
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and our Bullets flew amain;
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We lay'd the Frenchmen in their Gore,
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True Blew will never stain.
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Not a Soldier 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 Blew will never stain.
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At length some of our men was wounded,
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aye, and other-some was slain;
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This at all we never valu'd,
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True Blew, etc.
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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 Noble English hearts we carry'd,
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True Blew, etc.
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My Captain was a Prisoner taken,
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and our Lieutenant-Collonel slain;
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Yet we'd ne'er Fight against our Conscience
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True Blew, etc.
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He that strikes, he may be strucken,
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he that fights, he may be slain;
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He that's beaten, is is not eaten,
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True Blew will never stain.
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While we in a Land of Strangers
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did in Camp or Field remain,
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We were still beset with Dangers,
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True Blew 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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English Boys the best for Fighting,
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True Blew, etc,
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Let not one dispise a Soldier,
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for he does our Rights maintain,
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Proving still the Lands upholder,
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True Blew, etc.
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Thus we have been all Europe over,
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Englands Honour to maintain,
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And now we're set a shore at Dover,
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True Blew, etc.
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For King William and Queen Mary,
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it need be, we'll Fight again,
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The mean while Boys, let's be Merry,
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True Blew wil never stain.
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