The Royal Conquest,
OR,
The Happy Success against a Potent Enemy.
As it was Sung in the Prophetess at the Queens Theatre.
To a New Play-House Tune.
Licensed according to Order.
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LEt the Souldiers rejoyce,
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With a general Voice,
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And the Senate new Honours decree 'em;
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Who at his Armys head,
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Struck the fell Monster dead,
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And so boldly, so boldly, and bravely did free 'em.
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2.
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To Mars let 'em raise,
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And their Emperor's praise,
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A Trophy of the Armys own making:
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To Maximinian too,
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Some Honours are due,
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Who joyned, who joyned in the brave Underta-king.
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3.
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With Flowers let them strow
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The way as they go,
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Their Statues with Garlands adorning;
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Who from tyrannies night,
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Drave the Mists in their sight,
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And gave them, and gave them a glorious Mor-ning
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4.
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Let all Glory and State
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On his Royalty wait,
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Great William the true Faiths defender;
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Wheresoever he goes,
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Still he conquers his Foes,
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Mighty Cities and Castles to him does surrender.
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5.
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Let the Catholicks frown,
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While their Cause tumbles down,
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It is not proud France can restore 'em,
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Our great Monarch of fame
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Will his Enemies tame,
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For his army, his army doth drive all before 'em.
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6.
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For they'll die ere they'll flinch,
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Or give back an inch,
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But fight under the Noble Banner,
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Of that soveraign Lord,
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Whose Conquering sword,
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Shall crown him, shall crown him with trophies of honour
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7.
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Boys be Loyal to him,
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Fill the bowl to the brim,
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Heavens bless him from secret Malice,
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Let the sweet trumpets sound,
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As the Bumpers go round,
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Likewise wish him, lads, wish him, safe home to his Pallace.
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8.
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As he sails to the shore,
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Let the loud Cannons roar
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Like the Claps of invincible thunder,
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Our joys to express,
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For his Royal success,
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Having fill'd the whole Kingdom, the Kingdom with wonder.
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9.
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For the Protestants they,
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who in close Prisons lay,
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Are Releas'd by his Conquering Power,
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when the French bloody Crew
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He did rarely subdue,
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Who was forc'd in Confusion to scamper and scowre.
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10.
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Let the bells ring for joy,
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While the French we destroy,
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And make the poor tories run nimble,
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And in time we'll advance
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To the Kingdom of France,
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where we'll make the proud insolent Tyrant to tremble.
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