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2.366 R187569 1 The Cannons Roar Hark the Thundering Cannons Roar The Cannons Roar TEague and all his Fellows, they/ Vow they will their Flags display, date from content; Shomberg arrives in Ireland Pepys 2.366 Rollins (1) V:10-13; Wing T3579[a]A Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 366 [T]yrconnels Courage Confounded./ OR,/ His Armie[s] Resolution to Surrender, rather than feel the/ Dangerous Effects of the English Forces. Tyrconnels Courage Confounded. OR, His Armies Resolution to Surrender, rather than feel the Dangerous Effects of the English Forces. Tyrconnell's Courage Confounded. Or, His Army's Resolution to Surrender, Rather Than Feel the Dangerous Effects of the English Forces. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 192 x 325 cropped left, top and bottom edges, damaged surface, uneven inking 1689 Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel in Guiltspur-Street. J. Deacon Weinstein

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TEague and all his Fellows, they Vow they will their Flags display, and not yield to us the day, for pray observe their Boasting; Some thousands we have laid in Gore, and do resolve as many more, If that they dare to come ashore, yet they're to Ruine posting. We understand they fain would be At their old Trade of Massacre, Which was from Forty-one to Three observe Tyrconnel's Order;
Now Murder all where e're you come And let them know that is their doom, Because they would not stoop to Rome, but we will drive them further. Tyrconnel crys, be not surpriz'd, I with the Pope have thus adviz'd, To have you truly Cannonz'd amongst our Saints of Glory; Kill, Murder, Poyson, Stab, Rebel, Our Priests can all your Sins expell, So that you shan't one minute dwell, in pains of Purgatory.
Scomberg by good King William sent, Intends our Conquest to prevent, Which if he does we may lament at his great Warlike power; That e're we did in Arms appear, Rebellion in our Land to rear, His Prowis all the world does fear, 'tis he will make us scowre. Tyrconnel said, shou'd I be slain, With sweet St. Coleman I shall Reign, And others of the Popish Train, which Faction did Impannell, And further still the Pope does say, That for my Soul they'll surely pray, And it shall be my Holliday, they'll call it St. Tyrconnel. As soon as he these words had spoke, His sayings did his Men provoke, Who vow'd they would not strike a stroke, his Saintship to be further'd, In rugged terms each Teague did say, Must we indure the bloody fray, Be hang'd upon your Holliday, we will not thus be Murder'd.
We will surrender e're we feel The sharpness of the pointed Steel, Of Soldiers that will make us Reel, of the true English Nation; Our Forces has not strength to stand Against so great an Armed Band, Which shortly will approach the Land, unto our sore vexation. From France we did some succour crave, He said that we the same should have But he's a false and perjur'd Slave, besides, he can't befriend us; His Fleet they say, dare not appear, If that the Dutch be in the Rear, His Rigging from their Masts he'll tear how can he then defend us? The English Fleet is coming o're, With Thunder they'll approach the shore And lay us all in purple Gore, what Forces can withstand 'um? Our hope of Conquest is but small, They have a Noble General, Monsieur de Scomberg they him call, who bravely does Command 'um.
Printed for J. Deacon at the Angel in Guiltspur-Street.