THE
LOYAL
BRITISH
FIGHTING IN
FLANDERS
Or, A NEW SONG, Made by a Protestant Centinel of the British Forces
To an excellent new Tune much in Request.
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1 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 blue will never stain.
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2 I have been in France and Flanders
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where I've seen great numbers slain;
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Colonels, Captains, chief Commanders,
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true blue will never stain.
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3 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 blue will never stain.
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4 We at Walcot had a Battel,
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for five hours it did remain;
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The Brittish made their Guns to rattle
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true blue will never stain.
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5 Little else but Smoak and Fire,
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cou'd we see all round the Plain,
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Yet we made the French retire,
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true blue will never stain.
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6 At Charleroy our Cannons roar'd,
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and our Bullets flew amain:
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We laid the French men in their gore,
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true blue shall never stain.
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7 Not a Souldier 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 blue will never stain.
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8 At length some of our men was wounded
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ay, and some other was slain:
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This at all we never valu'd,
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true blue will never stain.
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9 Under the Surgeons hand we tarry'd
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[till our wounds was heal'd again:]
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Brave British hearts were carry'd
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true blue will never stain.
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10 My Captain was a Prisoner taken,
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and our Lieutenant Colonel slain,
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Yet we'd ne're fight against our Conscience,
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true blue will never stain.
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11 He that strikes, he may be striken;
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he that fights he may be slain:
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He that's beaten is not eaten,
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true blue will never stain.
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12 While we in a Land of Strangers,
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did in Camp of Field remain;
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We were still beset with dangers,
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true blue will never stain.
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13 'Tis the Wars that we delight in,
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and a Cowards Name disdain:
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Brittish Boys the best for fighting
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true blue will never stain.
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14 Let not one despise a Souldler,
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for he does our Rights maintain,
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Proving still the Lands upholder,
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true blue will never stain.
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15 Thus we've been all Europe over,
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Britains Honour to maintain,
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And now we're set ashore at Dover,
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true blue will never stain.
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16 For the King and Queen of Britain,
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if we need we'l fight again:
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The meanwhile Boys, lets be merry,
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true blue will never stain.
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