Great Britain -- History, Naval -- Poetry; Sea songs -- Great Britain
Now for King William let all subjects pray,
That God would guard his person night and day;
From all false friends, and likewise open foes,
Let angels guard him wheresoe’er he goes.
_THE ROYAL TRIUMPH; OR, THE UNSPEAKABLE JOY OF THE THREE KINGDOMS FOR
THE GLORIOUS VICTORY OVER THE FRENCH BY THE ENGLISH AND DUTCH FLEETS,
TO THE JOY AND COMFORT OF ALL TRUE SUBJECTS._
Tune is, _Let the soldiers rejoyce_.
Valiant Protestant boys,
Here’s millions of joys
And triumph now bro ... ught from the ocean;
For the French mighty fleet
Now is shatter’d and beat,
And destruction, destruction, boys, will be their portion.
Here’s the Jacobite crew--
Now believe me, ’tis true--
Invited the Fre ... nch to this nation;
Who was crossing the seas,
With the Teague Rapparees,
True cut-throats, true cut-throats, upon my salvation.
But, alas! they did find
A true Protestant wind,
Which five weeks or lon ... ger it lasted,
Till the most royal fleet,
And the Dutch both compleat,
They with thunder, with thunder this project soon blasted.
On the nineteenth of May
The French fleet made way,
To make of our cou ... rage a tryal;
They suppos’d we’d ne’er fight,
But they were’nt in the right,
For we show’d them, we show’d them we were true and loyal.
Our admirals bold,
With their brave hearts of gold,
They fell on like bra ... ve sons of thunder;
And their chain-shot let fly,
As the fleet they drew nigh,
Where they tore them, and rent them, and tore them asunder.
Our squadron, true blew,
Fought their way through and through;
At length in Lobs’ Po ... und, boys, we got ’um,
Where we gave the proud French
Such a fiery drench
That we sent them, we sent them straight down to the bottom.
Such a slaughter we made,
While the loud cannons play’d,
Which laid the poor Mo ... nsieurs a-bleeding;
Nay, their chief admiral
We did bitterly maul,
And have taught him, I hope, better breeding.
Our brave admiral
Being stout Dellaval,
Whose actions all m ... en may admire;
For the French _Rising Sun_
Was not able to run,
Which with seven, with seven more ships did he fire.
Valiant Rook sail’d straightway
Where a French squadron lay
Close amongst the ro ... cks then for shelter;
But we fell on galore,
And we fir’d twelve more;
Thus we fir’d and burn’d the French fleet helter-skelter.
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