The loyal British fighting in Flanders: or, A new song, made by a Protestant centinel of the British forces To an excellent new tune much in request. Loyal British fighting in Flanders. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B26295 of text R217111 in the English Short Title Catalog. Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 4KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B26295 Wing L3339 99828812

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 eng Great Britain -- History -- William and Mary, 1689-1702 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. eebo The loyal British fighting in Flanders: or, A new song, made by a Protestant centinel of the British forces : To an excellent new tune much in request n/a 1694 1 486 4 0 0 0 0 0 82.3 D The rate of 82.3 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2014-04 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2014-06 Sampled and proofread 2014-06 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2015-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The LOYAL BRITISH Fighting in FLANDERS : Or , A New SONG , made by a Protestant Centinel of the British Forces . To an excellent new Tune much in Request . AS I was at a merry Meeting , being in a merry vein ; Where I heard a Souldier singing , true blue will never stain . I have been in France and Flanders , where I 've seen great numbers slain ; Colonels , Captains , chief Commanders , true blue will never stain . Last Summer it was dirty weather , we march'd through Corn with all our train , We march'd , and foug●t two days together , true blue will never stain . We at Walcot had a Battel , for five hour● it did remain ; The British made their Guns to rattle , true blew will never stain . Little else but Smoak and Fire , cou'd we see all round the Plain ; Yet we made the French retire , true blue will never stain . At Charleroy our Cannons roar'd , and our Bullets flew amain : We laid the French men in their gore , true blue will never stain . Not a Souldier feared dying , though some thousands there lay slain , Shot as thick as Hail was flying , true blue will never stain . At length some of our men was wounded , ay , and other some was slain : This at all we never valu'd , true blue will never stain . Under the Surgeons hand we tarry'd , till our wounds was heal'd again : Brave British hearts were carry'd , true blue will never stain , My Captain was a Prisoner taken . and our Lieutenant Colonel slain , Yet we'd ne'r fight against our Conscience t●ue blue will never stain . He that strikes , he may be stricken , He that fights he may be slain : He tha●'s beaten , is not eaten , true blue will never stain . While we in a Land of Strangers , did in Camp of Field remain ; We were still beset with dangers , true blue will never stain . 't is the wars that we delight in , and a Cowards name disdain ; British Boys the best for fighting , true blue will never stain . Let not one despise a Souldier , for he does our Rights maintain , Proving still the Lands upholder , true blue will never stain . Thus we 've been all Europe over , Britains honour to maintain , And now we 're set ashore at Dover , true blue will never stain . For King William and Queen Mary , If need be , we 'l fight again : The mean while Boys , let 's be merry , true blue will never stain ,
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