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<HEAD>An Heroical SONG On the Worthy and Valiant Exploits of our Noble Lord General GEORGE Duke of ALBEMARLE, &amp;c. Both by LAND and SEA.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Made in <DATE><HI>Augu&s;t,</HI> 1666.</DATE></HEAD>
<OPENER>To the Tune of St. <HI>George.</HI></OPENER>
<P><GAP DESC="music">_KIng <HI>Arthur</HI> and his Men they valiant were and bold, the Table Round was high renown'd, twelve hardy Knights did hold; all in the <GAP DESC="music">dayes of old extoll'd for Chivalrie: but they long &s;ince are dead, and under ground do lie, to keep up <HI>England</HI>'s Fame, our pre&s;ent Story <HI>Chorus.</HI> <GAP DESC="music">tells, How Lord <HI>George,</HI> Lord <HI>George,</HI> in prowe&s;s now excells. <HI>Lord</HI> George <HI>was born in</HI> England, <HI>re&s;tor'd his Countryes Joy, come let us &s;ing</HI> Vive le Roy. <HI>Chorus.</HI> <GAP DESC="music"><HI>Lord</HI> George <HI>was born in</HI> England, <HI>re&s;tor'd his Countryes Joy, come let us &s;ing</HI> Vive le Roy.</P>
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<L><GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="page cropped" EXTENT="1 letter">he <HI>Monarchies,</HI> all four, were purcha&s;ed with blood;</L>
<L><HI><GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="page cropped" EXTENT="1 letter">arthage</HI> of old, and <HI>Rome</HI> as bold, each other long with&s;tood;</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="page cropped" EXTENT="1 letter">nd many Lives were lo&s;t in every enterprize.</L>
<L><HI>Orlando Furio&s;o,</HI> he was more ra&s;h than wi&s;e:</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="page cropped" EXTENT="1 letter">ut never heard before, &s;o well contriv'd a thing,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="page cropped" EXTENT="1 letter">ow Lord <HI>George,</HI> Lord <HI>George,</HI> in Peace brought home our King.</L>
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<L><HI>Lord</HI> George <HI>was born in</HI> England,</L>
<L><HI>Re&s;tor'd his Countryes Joy,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Come let us &s;ing</HI> Vive le Roy.</L>
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<L><HI>French Moun&s;ieur</HI> Complements his Cracks and Cringes many;</L>
<L>The <HI>Spani&s;h Don</HI> his Hat keeps on, and looks as big as any;</L>
<L>The <HI>Iri&s;h Tory</HI> fierce; <HI>Venetians</HI> Courage Hot;</L>
<L>The <HI>Wel&s;hman</HI> &s;till high born; mo&s;t &s;ubtle is the <HI>Scot:</HI></L>
<L>But yet among them all, deny it now who can,</L>
<L>Still Lord <HI>George,</HI> Lord <HI>George</HI> Renowned <HI>Engli&s;h-man.</HI></L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Lord</HI> George, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></L>
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<L><HI>Darby</HI> and <HI>Capel</HI> both did Noble Martyrs die,</L>
<L>Their late&s;t breath, unto the Death, pronouncing Loyaltie;</L>
<L>Good Subjects many more, did &s;uffer Deaths mo&s;t vile;</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="page cropped" EXTENT="1 letter">n <HI>Scotland</HI> brave <HI>Montro&s;s</HI> was murdered by <HI>Argyle:</HI></L>
<L>For King and Countries &s;ake, all tho&s;e laid down their Lives;</L>
<L>But Lord <HI>George,</HI> Lord <HI>George,</HI> to &s;erve his Prince &s;urvives.</L>
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<L>Lord <HI>George,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<L>Brave famous Noblemen, and others here did fight</L>
<L>For <HI>Charles</HI> His Cau&s;e, when 'gain&s;t the Lawes detained was His right:</L>
<L>In tho&s;e unhappy Wars, dy'd many Worthies good,</L>
<L>Did win Immortal Fame by Lo&s;ing Loyal blood:</L>
<L>Yet maugre all their Force, U&s;urpers got the Throne;</L>
<L>But Lord <HI>George,</HI> Lord <HI>George,</HI> He gave the King his own.</L>
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<L>Lord <HI>George,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<L>By many Battles fought, the <HI>Turk</HI>'s a Potent Lord;</L>
<L>King <HI>Philips</HI> Son of <HI>Macedon,</HI> got all the World by's Sword;</L>
<L>Great <HI>William</HI> 'gain'd this Land, and all the <HI>Danes</HI> drave out;</L>
<L>Fifth <HI>Harry</HI> Conquer'd <HI>France,</HI> by force and valour &s;tout:</L>
<L>Their Greatne&s;s to Encrea&s;e, the&s;e exercis'd their might;</L>
<L>But Lord <HI>George,</HI> Lord <HI>George,</HI> doth for his Ma&s;ter fight.</L>
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<L>Lord <HI>George,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<L><HI>Jephtha</HI> and <HI>Gideon</HI> by Miracle did &s;trike;</L>
<L>The Son of <HI>Nun</HI> did &s;tay the Sun, no Man did do the like;</L>
<L><HI>Samp&s;on</HI> was the &s;tronge&s;t begot of humane race;</L>
<L><HI>Jonathan</HI> and <HI>David</HI> kill'd <HI>Phili&s;tins</HI> apace:</L>
<L>All tho&s;e did fight on Land, their Foes when &s;laughter'd they;</L>
<L>But Lord <HI>George,</HI> Lord <HI>George</HI> rides Conquerour at Sea.</L>
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<L>Lord <HI>George,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<L>Of many brave Exploits do ancient Stories tell,</L>
<L>But Sea-fights &s;uch as ours with <HI>Dutch,</HI> yet none could parallel:</L>
<L>Towards <HI>Mid&s;ummer</HI> the Moon works &s;trongly on their brain,</L>
<L>If in the Month of <HI>June</HI> they venture once again;</L>
<L>For thrice they had the wor&s;t at that time of the year,</L>
<L>And Lord <HI>George,</HI> Lord <HI>George</HI> &s;till keeps them all in fear.</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L>Lord <HI>George,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<L>We often read of Knights, Wilde Bea&s;ts did overcome;</L>
<L>Our General, beyond them all, beats <HI>Belgick Lyon</HI> home;</L>
<L>A Bea&s;t of wondrous Size, &s;ometime did hold him play,</L>
<L>But he the Conque&s;t gain'd, upon St. <HI>James</HI>'s day:</L>
<L>The <HI>Lyon</HI> then was hurt, did lamentably rore,</L>
<L>But Lord <HI>George,</HI> Lord <HI>George</HI> &s;ince that did wound it more.</L>
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<L>Lord <HI>George,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<L>The Victory obtain'd, was further &s;till made good,</L>
<L>Our <HI>Engli&s;hmen,</HI> unto their Den, the <HI>Dutchmen</HI> home pur&s;u'd:</L>
<L>Their <HI>Fleet</HI> in Harbour fir'd, their Village &s;ack'd and burn'd,</L>
<L>Made <HI>Butterboxes</HI> &s;wear the <HI>Monck</HI> to Devil was turn'd;</L>
<L>As flam'd the <HI>Trojan</HI> Walls, &s;o did their Ships or wor&s;e,</L>
<L>For Lord <HI>George,</HI> Lord <HI>George</HI> &s;ent in the Wooden-hor&s;e.</L>
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<L>Lord <HI>George,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<L>If daring <HI>Frenchmen</HI> now our Valour longs to try,</L>
<L>Soon as he will, we ready &s;till, his Mind to &s;atisfie:</L>
<L>His Itch &s;hall quickly Cure, when he &s;hall feel our Sword</L>
<L>With <HI>Dutch</HI> not blunted yet, we'l t'other Bout afford;</L>
<L>And if he thinks it good, the <HI>Dane</HI> may likewi&s;e call,</L>
<L>For Lord <HI>George,</HI> Lord <HI>George</HI> doth hope to beat them all.</L>
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<L>Lord <HI>George,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<L>Succe&s;s wait on his Arm, till Tryumph bring him home</L>
<L>To Native Soil, enrich'd with Spoil of Enemies o're-come:</L>
<L>Whil&s;t they by <HI>Weeping-Cro&s;s</HI> are driven back again,</L>
<L>May he with Joy return to his Dear Soveraign;</L>
<L>And in his proper Orb, with Honour &s;till attend,</L>
<L>Till Lord <HI>George,</HI> Lord <HI>George</HI> 'mong Angels &s;hall a&s;cend.</L>
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<L><HI>Lord</HI> George <HI>was born in</HI> England,</L>
<L><HI>Re&s;tor'd his Countryes Joy,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Come let us end</HI> Vive le Roy.</L>
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<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed by <HI>W. Godbid</HI> for <HI>John Playford</HI> at his Shop in the <HI>Temple.</HI> 1667.</P>
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