%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Bogg-Trotters March; / Or, King William's Glorious Conquest over the whole Irish Army. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 07/01/2014 33549

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R170698 1 March Boys, March Boys, &c. March, Boys March Boys, March Boys, &c. OLd James with his Rascally Rabble of Rogues, / he drew up his Army pretending to stand; Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 966 The Bogg-Trotters March; / Or, King William's Glorious Conquest over the whole Irish Army. The Bogg Trotter's March; Or, King William's Glorious Conquest over the whole Irish Army. ?-? C. Bates

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I. OLd James with his rascally Rabble of Rogues, He drew up his Army pretending to stand; But as they march[']d they must trust to their Brogues, The De'l take hind most was his Command: He had a Ditty he mumbl'd along, It went in the Tune of Lilli borlero; But we will follow them close with a Song, Of march Boys, march, Boys, Tan ta ra ro: March Boys, march Boys, merry, merry march, Boys, Tragues but a Mushrom to a Man, Boys, See how how they fly, how they run, how they dye, Whilest Conquering William leads us on Boys. II. Thus Teague with his Loyalty, Mettle, and Pride, Resolve to maintain his Natural Prince; Who the plague blames him so nearly ally'd, In Truth, Religion, Wit, and Sence; He quits his Crowns, they surrender his Towns, If he plays the Fool, they all do the same, Sir; Lose or win, or get it all again soon; Thus they play the factious Game, Sir, Game Sir, Game Sir, Ninny, Ninny, tame Sir; See what a Monster they have made thee; Shave, shave thy Pate, drown thy Wife, poyson Kate, Be Chreest and St. Patrick they've all betray'd thee. III. The Irish Nation was carry'd to pawn, For Mony, the Catholick War to maintain; As soon as King William a Sword he had drawn, His Conquering Army redeem'd it again; Now Monsier, Begar, he may hang himself, They scamper'd and left the whole Kingdom behind 'em, But still we will follow the hectoring Elf, In France, in France, we hope to find 'em Charge, Boys chare Boys, rally, rally, charge Boys, Like noble Lads with warlike Thunder; Pursue them amain, in retreat they are slain, Their Troops and their Ranks we'll break in sun-der.
IV. Loud Cannons did roar, and the Trumpets did sound, The which warlike Musick soon fill'd 'em with fear; The Devil a Teague of 'em all stood their ground, Nor likewise the prodigal Huff, Monsieur; For, like nimble Deer, they all took their flight, Not only the French, but the Cartholick Tory; And still in their running they bid us Good-night, And thus brave Nassau gained Glory: Sound Boys, sound Boys, let the Trumpet sound, Boys, We were resolved they should restore us; Towns which we won, whilst the Catholicks run, And thus did we conquer all before us. V. Poor Teague with a sigh and a sorrowful face, With crossing his breast, to the Saints he did cry, In spight of Tyrconnel, his Majesty's Grace, We'er forc'd to the Boggs and Mountains to fly: When none did resist we conquer'd a deal, The greatest part of the Irish Nation; But fait it has prov'd like a slippery Eel, We are forc'd to surrender at Discretion: Nassau, Nassau, with his Valiant Army, Fought and pursu'd us all together; Rather than dye, we did bid them Good-bye, For our Brogues they were made of running Leather. VI. Old Jemmy our Master is scamper'd to France. And we wou'd have follow'd as fast as we could; But e'er we cou'd out of the Nation advance, Like sorrowful Tories we all were fool'd; Many that ventur'd to fight were kill'd, But, for my own part, I was fearful to fire: Be Chreest in my running I was well skill'd, And therefore in time I did retire: Charge Boys, charge Boys, still they follow'd, Charge Boys; Fearful I was that they wou'd find me; But as I run, I did throw down my Gun, And never so much as look'd behind me.
Printed for C. Bates, next door to the Crown-Tavern in West-Smithfield.