The Valiant
Souldier's Misfortune;
OR,
His Grace the Duke of Schombergs last Farewell.
To the Tune of The Souldier's Departure.
Licensed according to Orde[r.]
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LET all noble stout Commanders,
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likewise Souldiers Foot and Horse;
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Both in England, Holland, Flanders,
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now lament this heavy Loss
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Of a right Renowned Leader,
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who did many Fights maintain;
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The Duke Schomberg, gentle Reader,
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he in Ireland was slain.
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With a right heroick Spirit,
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he was evermore endu'd;
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Fame and Glory did he merit,
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as his Foes he still subdu'd:
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Where the Guns did roar like Thun[der,]
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bloudy Fights he did maintain,
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Filling all the World with Wonder,
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but Great Schombergh now is slain[.]
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At the Head of warlike Forces,
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did he place his chief Delight,
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Taking such effectual Courses,
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that his Foes he put to flight:
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While the Warlike Drums did rattle,
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bloudy Fights he did maintain;
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Never did he lose a Battel,
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yet Great Schomberg now is slain.
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Tho' great Councils did assemble
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to oppose him in the Field;
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Yet he made them quake and tremble,
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and as soon submit and yield.
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Nay, his very Name they dreaded,
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causing them to flye amain,
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Many Armies hath he headed,
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yet at last he now is slain.
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Righteous Causes he defended,
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and would wronged Monarchs right;
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So that Blessings still attended
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him in shining Armour bright:
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By the Sword he purchas'd Glory,
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which the World can never stain,
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Tho' he by a Rebel Tory
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was in a sharp Battel slain.
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He in warlike flaming Fire,
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Salamander-like did live;
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Nothing did he more desire,
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than a fatal stroke to give
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To a rude Rebellious Faction,
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who in Villanies did Reign;
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But in the late Irish Action
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Noble Schomberg he was slain.
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Pale-fac'd Death has now confin'd him
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in a narrow silent Tomb;
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Yet a Name he left behind himer
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sweeter than a rich Perfumee
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Let his Actions be recorded
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in the lasting Rolls of Famo;
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In another World rewarded,
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Noble Schomberg who was slain.
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Tho' his Death may be lamented,
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France shall have no Cause to boast;
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Their Designs will be prevented,
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by our warlike armed Host:
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Who with Courage will pursue them,
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Britains freedom to maintain,
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And has valiant Courage shew'd 'em,
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tho' Great Schomberg he is slain.
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Towns and Castles do's surrender
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to our right Renowned King,
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The True Christian Faith's Defender,
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through the Land his Fame do's Ring:
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Nay, his very Foes adore him,
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wishing that he long may reign:
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Boys, he Conquers all before him,
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tho' Great Schomberg he is slain.
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