Welcome! Brother! Heart and hand!
True, together we will stand
Or together fall.
By brave Schomberg's martyr-fame!
By great Wiliam's glorious name!
We are bretheren still the same!
Brethern one and all.
King James took post on high Donore,
And heard the distant cannons roar,
Which thundered through the fields of war,
And crown'd the victory.
But William led his forces on.
Was ever present in the van,
Strictly exhorting every man
To push for victory.
A cannon-ball grazed William's arm,
Which caused among his men alarm,
But did his Majesty no harm,
Nor stayed the victory.
Full fifteen hundred men were lost,
The flow'r of all the Irish host;
Five hundred British were the cost
Of this famed victory.
Duke Schomberg's death o'erbalanced all,
Who met his fate by a musket ball
King William mourn'd this hero's fall,
Who died' midst victory.
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