%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Royal Triumph: / OR, / The Unspeakable Joy of the three Kingdoms, for the Glorious Victory / over the FRENCH, by the English and Dutch Fleets; to the Joy and Comfort of all / True Subjects. 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 07/13/2021 37433

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R182937 1 Let the Soldiers Rejoyce Let the Soldiers Rejoice Let the Soldiers Rejoice VAliant Protestant Boys, / Here's Millions of Joys, British Library - Bagford Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 86 2: 87 The Royal Triumph: / OR, / The Unspeakable Joy of the three Kingdoms, for the Glorious Victory / over the FRENCH, by the English and Dutch Fleets; to the Joy and Comfort of all / True Subjects. The Royal Triumph: OR, The Unspeakable Joy of the three Kingdoms, for the Glorious Victory over the FRENCH, by the English and Dutch Fleets; to the Joy and Comfort of all True Subjects. ?-? P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, and J. Back

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VAliant Protestant Boys, Here's Millions of Joys, And Triumph now bro----ught from the Ocean; For the French Mighty Fleet, Now is Shatter'd and Beat, And Destruction, Destruction, Boys, will be their portion. Here's the Jacobite Crew, Now believe me, 'tis true, Invited the Fre----nch to this Nation; Who was crossing the Seas, With the Teague Rapparees, True Cut-Throats, true Cut-Throats, upon my Salvation.
But, alas! they did find, A true Protestant Wind, Which five Weeks or lon----ger it lasted; Till the most Royal Fleet, And the Dutch both compleat, They with Thunder, with Thunder, this Project soon blasted. On the Nineteenth of May, The French Fleet made way, To make of our Cou----rage a Tryal; They suppos'd we'd ne'r Fight, But they won't in the right, For we show'd them, we show'd them, we were true and Loyal.
Our Admirals bold, With their brave hearts of Gold, They fell on like bra----ve Sons of Thunder; And their Chain-Shot let fly, As the Fleet they drew nigh, Where they tore them, and rent them, and tore them asunder. Our Squadron True-Blew, Fought their way through and through, At length in Lob's Po----und, Boys, we got 'um; Where we gave the proud French, Such a Fiery Drench, That we sent them, we sent them, straight down to the bottom. Such a Slaughter we made, While the loud Cannons play'd, Which laid the poor Mo----nsieurs ableeding; Nay, their Chief Admiral, We did bitterly Maul, And have taught him, have taught him, I hope, better Breeding. Our brave Admiral, Being Stout, DELLAVAL, Whose Actions all Me----n may admire; For the French Rising-Sun, Was not able to Run, Which with seven, with seven more Ships did he Fire. Valiant Rook Sail'd straightway Where a French Squadron lay, Close amongst the Ro---cks then for shelter; But we fell on Gillore, And we Fir'd Twelve more, Thus we Fir'd and Burn'd the French Fleet helter-skelter. Being Sunk, Took, and Burn'd, There's not many return'd, Was this not a wo----full Disaster? How they far'd on our Coast, Let 'em Sail Home and boast, To Old Lewis, Old Lewis, their Fistula-Master. When he hears how they sped, It will strike him near Dead, Losing what he lo----ng has been getting; But we'll have him to know That we'll still keep him low, He shall never, shall never, Boys, Conquer Great-Britain.
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