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The Campaign, 1692
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The CAMPAIGN 1692. VVHEN People find their Money spent They recollect which way it went The like in order to prevent for th' Future That Money 's spent I need not tell For what I know not very well Unless to make Folks to Rebel or Tutor But least you think it spent in vain And of our Hero's Acts complain I will describe this last Campaign in Flanders With Treasure Ships and Arms good store To make the French as we be poor He did embark with many more Commanders While Cares were fighting in his Breast And nothing left but Wife unprest He took not staying to be bless'd his Ark Sir Hastning to make some work for Verse Fit for dull Dutchmen to rehearse Where Wit and Courage are so scarce d'ye mark Sir He was no sooner set on shore When News came Post that Luxembur ' Had actually besieged Namur nigh Liege Sir This Action put him in amaze Fearing if he should make delays It would be difficult to raise the Siege Sir With that he Muster'd all his Force Full fourscore thousand Foot and Horse That never flinch'd or hung an Arse when fighting And march'd away with Noble Train But all Endeavours prov'd in vain There were such Storms of Thunder Rain and Lightning The filthy Season made him fret Not that he fear'd the French a bitt But that it was such plaguy wet raw Weather We boldly view'd their dirty Passes And strong Retrenchments where no Grass is And so retir'd like driven Asses together For not attempting once to fight Namur was taken in our sight Though from the Town we lay not quite a Mile Sir The strength of Flanders so was won And William bravely saw it done And unconcernedly lookt on the while Sir The Dutch who better knew the Land Found it too slippery to stand And therefore would not be trappann'd as we were For so to Fight at any rate Without Assurance of their Fate Or a respect to Future State is not fair Low-Country Courage thus express't His Higness thought it time to rest And full three Months he took at least to do it When so refresh't in haste he rose And Swore for 't was his turn t' oppose He 'd be reveng'd and make his Foes to rue it To carry on this great Design Early one Morning very fine He did resolve to force their Line and Trenches With Swords and Guns and Hand-Granadoes He made his way through Ambuscadoes And beat down some o' th Palisadoes of the Frenches So there began a warm dispute The French were strong and held him to 't For Aesop order'd all his Foot to draw forth When Two Fight one must always beat 'T is said but that 's a meer deceit For William only did retreat and so forth He left indeed Six Thousand Dead At least they were despirited Twelve hundred some say were Pris'ners made but I wont The French did soon decamp we find As if to Fight no more inclined Leaving the Lord knows what behind for I dont What if this great Attempt did fail He had another to prevail That Monsieur might his Stars bewail with sorrow Louis in hopes was made to fly His Conquests left to Will to buy To 'th Commonwealth his Tyranny to borrow 'T was a Descent you understand On the French Coasts some Men to Land To rescue Trayters from the hand of Lewis Old Laws of France there to restore As England's he had done before But some will ha 't to break 'em more most true is Suppose all Kings alike for ease And the Name only not to please Old Things with us are a Disease 't were madness While Lewis's Glory does Commence T'ex change him for a creeping Prince 'T would be a vile Affront to sense in sadness The Ladies would forbid those Arts To give away their King of Hearts For one of less performing parts than le Grand For One that ha'nt to show God knows So much to please 'em as a Nose Though it may serve to spight his Foes how ere 't stand But while our Champion was abroad Mind how he kept the very Road He to his Cabinet had show'd and went in To drag our Landmen out to Sea To use them ill and keep their Pay Strict Orders coming ev'ry Day from Benting With fifteen thousand Men and more Five hundred Ships to waft them o'er With sixty Canons that would roar like Thunder Some fifty Mortars great and small Bombs Carcasses the Devil and all And bloudy Threats sent from Whitehall you 'd wonder Spades Shovels Pioniers they got Guns Swords sav'd all since Oates's Plot At Bilboa made if I am not mistaken Bridles and Sadles not a few With Harnesses for Mankind too To shew the French what they must doe if taken The forty thousand Bills from Spain Which ne'er till then saw Sun or Rain But have in Huggar Muggar lain fourteen year The Pilgrims too slie Voluntiers Expected just so many years If you 'll believe 't t' increase French Fears were seen there But above all they were supplied With six Months powdred Beef beside For fear the French should not provide enough Sir And armed with a pious Zeal For holy Kirk and Commonweal And Courage true as any Steel or Buff Sir This grand Design was deeply laid If it be true that People said That Rochell was to be betraid or Dunkirk Though others said they were to go In dusk of Night to St. Malo To burn the Ships and mall the Foe with Dungfork But some a wiser thing did say 'T was farther off into a Bay Not far from Bayonne call'd Biscay nigh Spaniard To stop our Search an Order came That none the destin'd Place should name But he should streight be hang'd for th'same at Main yard All thus equipt Wind sitting right They hoisted Sail with all their Might And safely past the Isle of Wight as can be Strange Hopes and Fears did us possess To know what would be the Success When suddenly came an Express to Danby Which brought Advice that Russel he With Leinsters Duke could not agree So was our Project utterly defeated To get in Order this Descent Four hundred thousand pounds were spent So you and not the Government were cheated Thus between French that us do beat And Dutch that daily do us cheat Our Grief and Ruins must be great I fear it Issachar's Arms may ours be made An Ass between too Burdens laid To both for being Jews betray'd you 'll Swear it Namur we saw to France submit At Steinkirk flusht into a Net And the Descent proved beshit all over His Conquests thus at once you view And how he did his Foes subdue His Triumphs next I will to you discover But first observe how he return'd Some Paltry Ships that you thought burn'd And Bert with whom to fight he scorn'd no wonder Met him But Kings whose Honour lies As his be not to fight a prize With Folks concern'd in Robberies and Plunder So to escape a Bloody Boot He did take down his Royal Clout Or Flagg on which it did fall out Gaff Momus Our King of Bees then did not fail Although he wears no sting in 's Tail And without shifting Hive to Sail safe Home to 's The Tower Guns were all prepar'd And Fireworks on Lighters rear'd But what came on 'em I ne'er heard a Verbum In Windows most Folks set up Lights Excepting sawcy Jacobites That had their Glazing broke to Rights to curb ' em First came some Guards to clear the way And next a Squire with Boots of Hay And on a Nag most miserably Bejaded Two Men came next who cring'd and bow'd And humbly did beseech the Crowd To make a Noise and Baul aloud as they did Then came a Coach in which there sate Four Lords who went as People prate His Highness to congratulate and flatter Next twenty Mobb the Chief o' th Town in Left hand Club in Right Hand Stone Those Windows which had Candles none to batter Four Horses next a Chariot drew In which of Dutch-men there sate two Whose very looks would make one spew as I did At last the fierce Life-guards appear'd Who at the Candles gap'd and star'd And thus his Triumphs you have heard described Now judge if he 's so fit a Pin For th'wounded Hole that he is in Or have we cause to chuse again or no Sir If we to Slavery are born Yet 't is a Case that 's too forlorn To serve them that our Servants scorn I trow Sir But after all it must be said His Conquests were not quite so bad But he those Triumphs merited and more Sir For sure no Emperor of Rome Nor British King was I presume With Farthing Candles lighted home before Sir FINIS