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<HEAD>The French-man's Lamentation for the Great lo&s;s of their Noble General <HI>Moun&s;ieur de Turenne.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Who was kill'd by a Cannon, Shot from a party of the Emperours Army, which lay in Ambu&s;cade in a Wood, and &s;hot him in the brea&s;t, where he Dyed Immediately, and his Lieutenant was then Killed by him, which was on the 23 of <HI>July</HI> 1675. <HI>Moun&s;ieur Turenne</HI> being then in the 64th. Year of his age, and had been Mar&s;hal of <HI>France</HI> ju&s;t half his time, being 32 years.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>A fig for <HI>France</HI> and <HI>Holland</HI> too.</HI></OPENER>
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<L>OF honour and renown i'le &s;ing,</L>
<L>All generous hearts a&s;&s;i&s;tance bring,</L>
<L>The Son of <HI>Mars,</HI> a Warriour brave,</L>
<L>By a great Shot brought to his Grave;</L>
<L>Death dur&s;t not meet him in the field,</L>
<L>But unawares did make him yield,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Let Drums and Trumpets cea&s;e to &s;ound,</HI></L>
<L><HI><HI>Turenne</HI> no more is to be found.</HI></L>
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<L>The French mans glory now is dead,</L>
<L>Before whom thou&s;and troops have fled,</L>
<L>He never was afraid to dye,</L>
<L>In greate&s;t dangers &s;corn'd to flye;</L>
<L>But bravely would maintain the fight,</L>
<L>Till all his foes were put to flight,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Let Drums and Trumpets cea&s;e to, &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<L>Fate envies that &s;o brave a Soul,</L>
<L>Should their decrees &s;o long controul,</L>
<L>For from his birth this brave <HI>Turenne,</HI></L>
<L>Full &s;ixty four years had &s;&eacute;en,</L>
<L>He idly did not &s;pend his time,</L>
<L>Nor wantonly did wa&s;t his prime;</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Let Drums and Trumpets cea&s;e to, &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<L>At thirty two ju&s;t half his age,</L>
<L>His Enemies he did ingage,</L>
<L>That Monarch great the King of <HI>France,</HI></L>
<L>Him to a Mar&s;hal did advance;</L>
<L>Which place he kept unto his death,</L>
<L>And bravely fought to his la&s;t breath,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Let Drums and Trumpets cea&s;e to &s;ound,</HI></L>
<L><HI><HI>Turenne</HI>no more is to be found.</HI></L>
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<L>THe enemy in ambu&s;h lay,</L>
<L>On purpo&s;e his life to betray.</L>
<L>For they had planted in a Wood,</L>
<L>Two Cannons which did &s;pill his blood;</L>
<L>They knowing that he would come there,</L>
<L>Lay lurking as if nothing were,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Let Drums and Trumpets cea&s;e to &s;ound,</HI></L>
<L><HI><HI>Turenne</HI> no more is to be found.</HI></L>
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<L>They &s;aw him marching without harm,</L>
<L>Did thunder him a fierce alarm,</L>
<L>The fir&s;t &s;hot without hurt pa&s;s'd by,</L>
<L>Fearing &s;uch valour to come nigh,</L>
<L>But as it happened that came there,</L>
<L>To give him warning to prepare.</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Let Drums, &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<L>The other Gun with iron fill'd,</L>
<L>The noble Moun&s;ieur quickly kill'd.</L>
<L>So many pieces came together,</L>
<L>They flew like hail in &s;tormy weather;</L>
<L>Some of them could not choo&s;e but kill,</L>
<L>And execute their ma&s;ters will,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Let Drums, &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<L>Into his brea&s;t the &s;hot then flew,</L>
<L>And in&s;tantly the Warriour &s;lew,</L>
<L>His brave Lieutenant dy'd by his &s;ide</L>
<L>Scorning that Fate &s;hould them divide:</L>
<L>They who together drew their breath,</L>
<L>Were true companions in their death;</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Let Drums, &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<L>The news was po&s;ted to the King,</L>
<L>Which did to him much &s;orrow bring,</L>
<L>So brave a Subject had he none,</L>
<L>His fame through all the world was known:</L>
<L>His memory will never dye,</L>
<L>Although his bones in du&s;t do lye:</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Let Drums, &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<L>His valour made his foes to creep,</L>
<L>And &s;ent them to eternal &s;leep,</L>
<L>Not only courage was his prai&s;e,</L>
<L>But policy his fame did rai&s;e,</L>
<L>All which joyn'd with &s;ucce&s;s did crown,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Turenne</HI> with honour and renown.</L>
<L><HI>Let Drums, &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<L>A prop he was unto the Crown,</L>
<L>No foes could beat his courage down,</L>
<L>His Ma&s;ters cau&s;e he did defend,</L>
<L>And faithful was unto the end;</L>
<L><HI>But</HI> now alas, he's dead and gone,</L>
<L>His equal there he has left none.</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Let Drums, &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Let him that reads this under&s;tand,</L>
<L>Twas written by an Engli&s;h hand,</L>
<L>True valour mu&s;t be prais'd though he,</L>
<L>That has it proves an enemy;</L>
<L><HI>France</HI> now in mourning does appear,</L>
<L>Having left him whom they lov'd &s;o dear;</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Let Drums and Trumpets cea&s;e to &s;ound,</HI></L>
<L><HI><HI>Turenne</HI> no more is to be found.</HI></L>
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