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Jack French-Mans DEFEA
Being an Excellent New SONG, to a Pleasant Tune,
called, There was a Fair Maid in the North-Country,
Came Triping over the Plain, etc.
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YE Commons and 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 Gracious Queen Anne.
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2.
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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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Where his Grand-Children twain
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For fear of being 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 Battel 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 and 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 you;
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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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While Death flew about
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Aloud He called out
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Hoh! You Chevalier 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 wou'd 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 Cam-paign.
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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 Marlboroughs 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'ver he comes.
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12.
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O Louis Perplex'd,
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Vhat 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 t'other 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 and 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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