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R228276 TO God alone let us all Glory give, / By whose permission we poor Mortals live, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 248 TO God alone let us all Glory give, TO God alone let us all Glory give, TO God alone let us all Glory give, 1675-1675 P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, and J. Back

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TO God alone let us all Glory give, By whose permission we poor Mortals live, And tho our Enemies may swell with Pride, He soon can compass them on evry side. King William is the Glorious Instrument, Which by the Providence of God was sent, To save our drooping Laws and Liberty, From French and Popish cruel Tyranny. When in dark gloomy Cells the Plots was laid, This free-born Land and Nation to Invade, Bold Brittain Saild forth with her Royal Fleet, Which did the daring Enemy defeat. Renowned RUSSEL, let them understand, That for the Honour of his Native Land; Th[r]o Smoke and Flame, he coud with Courage go, To face proud Lewis that insulting Foe. No fear or Favour coud his Actions sway, Nor coud he in the least be drawn away From acting like a Noble Hero bold, For all the promisd Gifts of cursed Gold. N[a]y, Valiant Ashby, let them feel his Rage, While Death, he rid in Triumph oer the Stage O[r] the French Navy on the Ocean Main, A[n]d English Boys did Victory obtain.
The Spirits of the French began to faint, So that they prayd to evry Papish Saint, To help them in a time of sad Distress; Yet th[e]y were burnt and beaten neertheless. Admiral Carter Fought them through and through, The like of him before they never knew; His Chain-Shot did their Ships in pieces tear, As if great Jove with Thunder had been there. Brave Delavall met with the Rising-Sun Of France, who to the shore for shelter run, With many more, which in a stat[e]ly Flame He soon did set, our Glory to proclaim. Sir Clously Shovel, with [a] Valiant heart, In this most Glorious Conquest bore a part; His roaring Cannons sunk them in the Main, From whence they never can return again. The Force of France he neer was known to fear, But like a stout Commander, v[o]wd to clear The Seas of French, or they [s]houd make his Grave And Monument in a rough [r]oaring Wave. The next was Rook, that brave, Heroick Soul, Who none alive coud ever yet Controul; A Dozen men of War of France he Burnd, Who eer next day was all to Ashes turnd.
The F[r]ench was followd to their very shore, Pursud with Guns, which did like Thunder roar Such Admirals before was never known, They feard Old Lewis, nay, and shook his Throne. Nor were the Valiant Dutch-men far behind, They on the Ocean bear a Noble mind; True Sons of Thunder, that will not retreat, Until they see their Foes destroyd and beat. Tho they had once been Wounded on the Main, Like Soldiers, they resolvd to bleed again, Or bring the proud insulting Tyrant low, Who strives to seek all Europes Overthrow. Those Valiant Souls let all good Men commend, Their Lives they venturd freely, to defend Religion, Laws, and likewise Liberty; Tis better dye, than live in Slavery. But God above I hope will ever bless Our Arms by Sea and Land with good Success; That Victories may constantly encrease, Till War is swallowd in a Glorious Peace. 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 wheresoeer he goes.
London, Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, and J. Back. 1692.