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Stephen Dunford: The Journey of The IrIsh
July the First in Ouldbridge Town There was a grievous battle
Where many a man lay on the ground By cannons that did rattle;
King James he pitched his tents
Between the lines for to retire,
But King William threw his bombballs in And set them all on fire.
There at they vowed revenge Upon King William’s forces,
And oft did vehemently cry
That they would stop their courses; A bullet from the Irish cannon Grazed King William’s arm,
They thought His Majesty was slain, Yet it did him little harm.
Duke Schomberg then, in friendly care, His King would often caution
To shun the spot where bullets hot retained their rapid motion;
But William said, “He don’t deserve The name of Faith’s Defender,
Who would not venture life and limb To make a foe surrender.”
When we the Boyne began to cross, The enemy they descended;
But few of our brave men were lost, So stoutly we defended.
The horse was the first that marchéd o’er, The foot soon followed a’ter,
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