THE BATTLE OF THE BOYN.
July the first in Old Bridge town,there ought to be a patteren,As is recorded in each church book,throughout all the nation.
Now let us all kneel down and pray,both now and ever after,And let us ne'er forget the day,King William cross'd the water.
On July the first, in Old Bridge-town,there was a grievous battle.While many men lay on the ground,while cannons they did rattle.
The Irish then they vow'd revenge,against King William's forces,And solemnly they did protest,that they would stop his courses.
In Old Bridge town strong guards were kept,and more at the Boyn water;King James began two days too soon,with guns and cannons rattling.
He pitch'd his camp, secur'd his ground,thinking not to retire,But King William threw bomb-shells in,and set their tents on fire.
A bullet from the Irish came,which graz'd King Wiliam's arm;They thought his Majesty was slain,but he receiv'd no harm.
His General in friendship came,his King would often caution.To shun the spot where bullets hot,did fly in rapid motion.
He does not deserve, King William said,the name of Faith's Defender,That will not venture life and limb,to make his foes surrender.
No let us all kneel down and pray,both now and ever after,And let us ne'er forget the day,King William cross'd o'er Boyn water
Then said King William to his men,brave boys we are well armed,And if you'll all courageous be,we'll venture and take the water.
The horse were order'd to march first,the foot soon followed after,But brave Duke Schomberg lost his lifeby venturing over the water.
He not dismay'd, King William said,at the loss of one commander, For God this day shall be your King,and I'll be general yonder.
The brave Duke Schomberg being slain.King William he accostedHis warlike men for to march on,and he would march the foremost.
In princely mein the King marc'd on,his men soon follow'd after,With shells and shot the Irish smote,and made a grievous slaughter.
King James espy'd the English then,King William he governed,And though it better for to retreat,then stand and be disarmed.
The Protestants of Drogheda,have reason to be thankful,That they were not to bondage brought,though they were but a handful.
First to the Tholsel they were brought,and tried at Moll Mount-alter,But brave King William set them free,by venturing over the water.
Nigh to Dundalk the subtile French,had taken up their quarters,And on the plain in ambush lay,a waiting for fresh orders;
But in the dead time of the night,they set their tents on fire,And long before the break of day,to Dublin did retire.
King William as our General,no marshal e'er was braver,With that in hand, his valliant menhe thank'd for their behaviour.
We'll sheath our swords and rest a while,in time we'll follow after,These words King William spoke with a smile,that day he cross'd the water.
We'll give our pray'ers both night and day,both now and ever after,And let us never forget the dayKing James ran from the water.