Englands TRIUMPH,
OR,
Valiant King William's MARCH on his Expedition,
TO
IRELAND.
Tune of, The Beggar with the Wooden-Leg. With allowance.
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COME Brave Boys don't you hear,
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the Drums & Trumpets found?
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The Hills and the Vallies
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with Echo's do rebound.
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And to Ireland we'll go, we'll go, we'll go,
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and to Ireland now we'll go.
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Great William do's declare,
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that he'll prosecute the War,
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And expose His Royal Person
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to Danger and to Care.
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For to Ireland now he'll go, he'll go,
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for to Ireland he will go.
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When Teague heard the News,
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he was forc'd to change his Tone,
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From his Lilly bo lero, Lilly bo lero,
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to O Hone, O Hone.
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For the King to Ireland goes, he goes.
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for the King to Ireland goes.
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Old Jemmy, and his Friars
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were in a Plague Sweat,
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And Swore their Beads and Crosses
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would never do the Feat.
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If the King to Ireland comes , he comes, he comes,
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if the King to Ireland comes.
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Then up starts Monsieur
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in his Fantastick geer,
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Begar your Humble Servant,
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me stay no longer here.
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If the King to Ireland comes, he comes, he comes,
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if the King to Ireland comes.
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Alack then says's Jemmy,
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you will not serve me so,
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Nay take me first along with you,
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for I know not what to do.
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If the King to Ireland comes, he comes , he comes,
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if the King to Ireland he comes.
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Then comes the Priest's
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with their Pater-Noster-Row,
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And tell to great St. Patrick
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their Sorrow, Grief, and Woe.
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How the King to Ireland comes, he comes, he comes,
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how the King to Ireland comes.
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By my Shoul then says St. Patrick,
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you'r a pack of Silly Rogues,
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If you do not leave your Shack-boots
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and take you to your Broges.
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When the King to Ireland comes, he comes, he comes,
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when the King to Ireland comes.
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And now they say that Jemmy
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is in so great a Fright,
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He's packing up his Baggage,
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and bids 'em all good-night;
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Since the King for Ireland comes, he comes, he comes,
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since the King for Ireland comes.
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The Priests are all a Scouring,
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and giving Teagues the flip;
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And happy is the Friar
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gets first aboard a Ship;
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Since the King for Ireland comes, he comes, he comes,
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since the King for Ireland comes.
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A Market they are making,
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their Trinkets for to sell;
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For all upon a suddain
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their trading it is fell:
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Since the King for Ireland goes, he goes, he goes,
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since the King for Ireland goes.
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Poor Teagues are now compounding,
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for Life at any rates:
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Don't put the hang upon them,
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they'll give you their Estates:
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Since the King for Ireland comes, he comes, he comes,
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since the King for Ireland comes.
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Then rub a dub a dub dub,
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rouze the warlike Boys;
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Honour, Wealth, and Victory,
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he that goes enjoys:
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Since the King for Ireland goes, he goes, he goes,
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since the King for Ireland goes.
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The Army they'll have Plunder,
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when they are landed there;
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Each Souldier will have Money,
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much more than he can bear;
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When the King to Ireland comes, he comes, he comes,
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when the King to Ireland comes.
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Then off fly's the shoulder-knot
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Teague had upon his Sword,
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And instead of Blood and Battle,
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to Plough, and So's the word.
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When the King to Ireland, he comes, he c[ome]s,
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When the King to Ireland he comes.
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Nay hold a while says Schomberg,
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you count without your Host,
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For we must be repay'd again
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for all our Charge and Cost,
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If the King to Ireland comes, he comes, he comes,
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if the King to Ireland he goes.
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Begar't be no good Fashion,
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quoth Monsieur then to Teague,
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Our Popish Tricks are all destroy'd
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by a Protestant Intreague.
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Now the King for Ireland he comes, he comes, he comes,
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now the King to Ireland he comes.
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Thus Monsieur who had promis'd Teague,
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to kill the Heretick-Dogs,
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They'r forc'd to learn of Teague
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to Trot and Tripp it or'e the Boggs.
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Since the King for Ireland goes, he goes, he goes,
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since the King for Ireland goes.
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