A RARE NEW SONG,
Shewing the Bravery of His Grace the Duke of
Argile.
To the Tune of the CAPING-TRADE.
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NOW, now comes on the glorious Year,
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Britains Hope, and Frances Fear;
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Lewis the War has cost so dear,
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He slyly Peace does tender:
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But our Two Heroes so well know
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The Breach of his Word some Years ago,
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They Resolve to give him another Blow,
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Unless he Spain surrender.
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Come! Here's a Health unto our QUEEN,
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To Malbrow the Great, and Brave Eugene,
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The Valiant Webb too let's begin,
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Who late perform'd a Wonder.
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Then to the Ocean an Offering make,
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And boldly Carouse to Sir John Lake,
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Who, with Mortar and Cannon, Mahon did take,
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And made the Pope knock under.
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Beat up the Drum, a new Alarm,
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The Foes are Cold, but we are Warm;
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Monsieurs Troops can do no Harm,
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Tho' they abound in Number.
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Push them once more and the Wars are done,
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Old Men and Boys will surely run;
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And we can Beat them Four for One,
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Which they will still remember.
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Tournay and Mons, these Famous Towns,
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Were forc'd to submit, when our Troops lay down,
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And the Armies of France lay looking on,
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And that is no great Wonder.
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For to the Woods their Forces fly
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Like Foxes in Holes, they in their Trenches ly
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When Malbrow the Great, and Brave Eugene draw nigh,
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Those Warlike Men of Thunder.
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The Trumpet sounds, and the Fight's begun,
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The Noble Argile thro' the Woods leads on;
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Come, bonny Lads, let's gar them run,
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Their Trenches sha'n't defend them.
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He open'd his Breast and show'd to all,
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He nothing had on to keep off a Ball,
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With a Huzza! they then fell on, One and all,
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And to the Dev'l he sent them.
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Now the Campaign is drawing near,
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France New Proposals of Peace, we hear,
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Do make; for they greatly do fear
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Our General Commanders.
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Once more a Health unto our QUEEN
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To Malbrow the Great, and Brave Eugene;
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The Gallant Argile too let's bring in,
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Who Beat the French in Flanders.
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