King WILLIAM'S
Courage and Conquest:
TOGETHER,
With the Glorious Success of his Royal Highness the
Duke of Savoy; to the Unspeakable Consternation of the French
Court and Kingdom.
To an Excellent New Tune.
Licensed according to Order.
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HArk! Hark! Hark! how the mad World,
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All Sword and with Fire,
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Conspire, Conspire;
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Their Forces all Gay,
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In Battle Array,
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To Combat, to Combat with the Emperor of France,
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Yes let them Advance, Advance,
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Whilst William, Great William shall dash them in sunder.
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And Scurge them with Scorpion Rods,
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As Jove drove the Gyants down down by his Thunder,
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Who Battl'd the Throne of the Gods.
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All France, all France is in fear,
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Of true Sons of Thunder,
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Who under, who under
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His Highness's Command,
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Has Enter'd their Land;
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Defending their Kingdom will prove but in vain,
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Fair Dauphin he soon shall gain:
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Thus William & Savoy shall dash them in sunder.
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And, etc.
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Monsieur, Monsieur Catinat,
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Being over-power'd,
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He scorwer'd. he scower'd
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Before the Savoys,
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Stout Conquering Boys,
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Which made his whole Army to tremble for fear,
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When they with their Duke drew near;
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Thus Savoy great Savoy shall dash'em in sunder,
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And, etc.
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Strong Towns, strong Towns they shall yield
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To him at discretion,
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Oppression, Oppression,
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Has caus'd them to groan,
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And therefore they own
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His coming is purely to keep'em from thrall.
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French Dragoons shall pay for all,
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For Savoy, great Savoy shall dash them in sunder.
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And, etc.
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His Arms, his Arms with success,
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Still clears all before him,
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Adore him, Adore him,
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The Protestants due,
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There's none but a Crew,
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Of Romans, of Romans that does him oppose,
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Who only shall feel his blows,
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For Savoy, great Savoy, shall dash'em in sunder,
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And, etc.
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To Arms, to Arms crys the French,
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For the Enemy's coming,
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He's Bombing, he's Bombing,
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Our Fortify'd Towns,
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And Conquering Crowns,
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Now thus in confusion they march to & fro,
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Yet all is in vain I know,
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For Savoy, great Savoy shall dash'em in sunder.
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And, etc.
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Huzza, Huzza they rush on
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Like brave Alexanders,
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Commanders, Commanders
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Still Leading the way,
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In Battle Array,
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Tantararo, Tantararo the trumpets do sound,
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While Cannons shall tear the Ground,
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Thus Savoy, great Savoy shall dash'em in sunder
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And, etc.
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Now while, now while he runs on,
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Our King with Commanders,
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In Flanders, in Flanders,
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With Battering Balls
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Shall beat down the Walls
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Of Dunkirk, of Dunkirk; & make'em to know
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He fears no insulting Foe;
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Thus William and Savoy shall dash'em in sunder
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And Scurge them with Scorpion Rods,
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As Jove drove the Gyants down down by his Thunder
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And Battl'd the Throne of the Gods.
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