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He pitch'd his camp, secur'd his ground,
thinking not to retire,
But King Williams threw his bomballs in,
and set their tents on fire.
A bullet from the Irish came,
which graz'd King William's arm:
They thought his Majesty was slain,
But he receiv'd no harm.
His General in great friendship came,
hia King would often caution,
To shun the spot where bullets hot,
did fly in rapid motion.
He doesn't deserve, King William said,
the Name of Faith's Defender,
That will not venture life and limb,
to make his foes surrender,
Now let us all kneel down and prey,
both now and ever after;
And let us ne'er forget the day,
King William cross'd over the water.
Then said King William to his men,
