A Ballad on the Battle of Audenarde.
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Ye Commons & Peers,
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pray lend me your Ears,
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I'll Sing you a Song if I can;
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how Louis le Grand
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was put to a Stand,
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by the Arms of our Gratious Queen Anne.
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How his Army so great
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had a total Defeat,
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not far from the River of Dender;
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sure his Grand-Children twain
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for fear of b'ing Slain,
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Gallop'd off with the Popish Pretender.
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3.
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To a Steeple on High
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The Battle to Spy,
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Up Mounted these clever Young Men;
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And when from the Spire
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They saw so much Fire
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They cleverly came down again.
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4.
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Then a Horse-back they got
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All upon the same spot,
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By advice of their Cousin Vendome;
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O Lord! cry'd out he
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Unto Young Burgundy,
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Wou'd your Brother & you were at Home.
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5.
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Just so did he say
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When without more delay
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Away the Young Gentry fled;
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Whose heels for that work
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Were much lighter than Cork
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But their Hearts were more heavy than lead.
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6.
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Not so did behave
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The Young Hannover brave
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In this Bloody Field I assure ye;
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When his War Horse was Shot
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Yet he matter'd it not,
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But charg'd still on foot like a Fury.
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7.
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When Death flew about
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Aloud he call'd out
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Hoh! you Chavalier of St. George;
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If you'll neither stand
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By Sea nor by Land
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Pretender, that Title you forge.
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8.
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Thus boldly he stood
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As became that high blood,
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Which runs in his Veins so blue;
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This Gallant Young Man
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Being Kin to Queen Anne,
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Fought, as were she a Man, she would do.
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9.
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What a Racket was here,
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(I think 'twas last Year)
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For a little ill Fortune in Spain;
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When by letting 'em win,
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We have drawn the Puts in
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To loose all they are worth this Campaign.
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10.
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Tho Bruges and Ghent.
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To the Mounsier we lent,
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With Interest he soon shall Re-pay 'em;
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While Paris may Sing
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With her Sorrowful King
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De Profundis, instead of Te Deum.
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11.
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From their Dream of Success,
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They'll awaken we guess
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At the Sound of Great Marlborough's Drums;
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They may think if they will
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Of Almanza still,
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But 'tis Blenheim where ever he comes.
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12.
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O Louis perplex'd,
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What General's next?
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Thou hast hitherto chang'd 'em in vain:
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He has beat 'em all round,
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If no new ones are found,
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He shall beat the old over again.
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13.
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We'll let Tallard out
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If he'll take tother bout;
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And much he's improv'd let me tell ye
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With Nottingham Ale,
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At every Meal,
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And good Pudding & Beef in his Belly.
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14.
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As Loosers at Play,
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Their Dice throw away,
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While the Winner he still Wins on:
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Let who will Command
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Thou hadst better Disband,
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For Old Bully thy Doctors are gon.
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