Valiant Monmouth
REVIVED.
Or, an account of Young JEMMY's great Victory in his last Engage-
ment with the French.
To an Excellent New French Tune, Sung at the Dukes Play-house.
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WHen out of England we did go,
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Into Flanders, if you would know,
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And in Ostend for to lie,
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Because the French were got so nigh.
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Fa la, fa la, fa la, fa la.
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But when in that Garrison we did lye,
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Then on the Straw most pittifully,
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Which caused many a brave Souldier to dye.
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With a fa la, etc.
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At length an order there did come,
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That to the French we must be gone,
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With Fife and Drum we march along.
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Fa la, etc.
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But when from Ostend we did march,
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With merry looks and chearful Voice,
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Against the French that was so strong,
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So chearfully we march along,
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Fa, la, etc.
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But when to Antwerp we came nigh,
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Aboard of the Bilinders we did hie,
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And there we was forc'd all night to lye.
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Fa la, etc.
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But when at Brussels we drew near,
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We heard the French they had been there,
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But that was so strong they could do no good there.
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Fa la, etc.
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Ten days and more we did them pursue,
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Thinking of their Army to take our view,
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But they away from us did fly,
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Not caring for our Company.
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Fa la, etc.
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At Charleroy we found them out,
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And there we gave them such a damnable rout,
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That they were forc'd to wheel about.
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Fa la, etc.
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The Duke of Monmouth most Valiantly,
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Rode foremost of our whole Army,
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And he brought us again where the French did lye.
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Fa la, etc.
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Saying chear up, my Hearts of Gold,
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For in England it ne're shall be told,
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That ever our English Boys did fly,
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But all resolved for to dye.
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Fa la, etc.
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Seven hours and more we did them fight,
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Till at the last we put them to the flight,
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But it was so late that we lost them that night.
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Fa la, etc.
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Ten thousand French on the ground did lye,
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Besides what was wounded mortally:
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There we left them to remain
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Until we did return again.
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Fa la, etc.
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But the Dutch most Cowardly,
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Behind our Backs all day did lie,
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And would not bear up for company.
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Fa la, etc.
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On the next morning by break of day,
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We drew up ourselves in Battel aray,
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But the Dutch got all the Plunder away,
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That the English had fought for all the day.
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Fa la, etc.
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But the French most cunningly,
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All night within a Wood did lie,
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And march'd away most privately.
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Fa la, etc.
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Fifteen Pieces of Ordnance we took that day,
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That they against our Bodies did play,
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And the Prince of Orange has them to this day.
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Fa la, etc.
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And now the Holland Wars is done,
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Every English man to his own home;
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Where we will drink good Ale and Beer,
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And with our Friends will keep the New Year.
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Fa la, fa la, fa la, fa la, fa la, fa la, fa la.
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