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R219001 1 the Gra- / nadeers March Grenadier's March The Gre-/nadier's March COme my Lads let's March away / let Drums beat and Pipers play Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 47 A New Song, A New Song, ?-?

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COme my Lads let's March away let Drums beat and Pipers play I think't a twelve-month every day Till the Rebels are Confounded Their projects now we will defeat were their force Ten times as great Arm'd with justice we'l them fight tho with the fiends surrounded. We'l drown Argile in the raging Sea Bring Rampant Monmouth to his Knee and Cuckold Grey to the Triple tree with a number of Lay Elders We'l dress the whole Phanatick Crew some we'l Roast and some we'l stew but the best will make the Devil spew, Ile hold a hundred Guilders. Methinks I see them trembling stand gazing towards the Irish Land expecting every hour a band of hearty Loyal Fellowes But faith we'l quickly make them know we value not so mean a Foe we've never a boy shall strike a blow but a Traytors death shall follow We now resolve t'extirpate all every Root and Branch shall fall that dos but smell Phanaticall We'l have no more this trouble Since we have been so oft abus'd the Devil a Rogue shall be Excus'd with Tales we'l be no more amus'd their power's but a Bubble.
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