The Valiant Soldier's Gallantry: OR, THE Glory of the Camp-Royal, ON HOUNSLOW-HEATH.  
The Camp in all its splendour now is seen,  
And has been graced both by the King & Queen,  
Nobles, and those of meanest rank, refort  
To view those Tents of War, Great M●rs's Court  
To the Tune of, Hark! the thundering Cannons roar.  
This may be Printed, R. P.  

I.  
NOole Hearts let joy abound,  
Drums they beat and Trumpets sound,  
Martial Music Eccohoes round,  
and of the Royal Stamp too;  
Since the gallant sight is seen,  
By our Gracious King and Queen,  
Of the Warriors that remain  
within the Royal Camp now.   

II.  
Brave and gay tne soldiers are,  
In their Tents and Files of War,  
Martial Glory they prefer,  
to all we dare attempt too:  
In ●he Field of Fame they stand,  
In Rank and Order at command,  
Loyal hearts and active hand,  
within the Royal Camp now.   

III.  
Shining in their brightest Arms,  
To secure us from the harms,  
Of the Rebels faint alarms,  
and all their courage damp too,  
Men of brave renown that know  
Not to stoop unto a Foe,  
Better Europe cannot show,  
than in the Royal Camp now.   

IV.  
Tents and Trenches are complete,  
Soldiers ready at the beat,  
To advance or to retreat,  
as Exercise calls them too:  
Whilst the Trumpets wound the Air,  
Waving Ensigns shivering there,  
Do our Princes same declate,  
within the Royal Camp too.   

V.  
Giving England happy rest,  
Peace possessing ev'ry breast,  
That with Loyalty is blest,  
and them from fear Exempt too:  
Store of plenty there is had,  
Horse and foot are gaily clad,  
By their brave Commanders led,  
within the Royal Camp too.   

VI  
Artill'ry, a Noble Train,  
There's likewise upon the Plain,  
That has often spoke in Flame,  
and loud in Thunder rampt too;  
When the King and Nobles came  
To behold the Warlike Frame,  
And were pleased with the same,  
within the Royal Camp now.   

VII.  
There the feats of Arms were done,  
In a show as War came on,  
As if a Field was lost and won,  
such was their valour prompt too,  
Noble Fame though but in jest,  
Made each strive for to do best.  
In Exercise as is expressed,  
within the Royal Camp now.   

VIII.  
Where some Thousands flock to view,  
Those brave Souls that can subdue,  
Difficulties old and new,  
and are from grief exempt too:  
Count it brave their Prince to serve,  
Have rewards that those deserve,  
Who from Loyalty ne'er swerve,  
within the Royal Camp now.   

IX.  
Then le's banish needless fear,  
None to be offended dare,  
When such Loyal hearts there are  
as still do put a damp to  
those that would us undermine,  
And to restlessness incline,  
Who but vainly do repine,  
at this the Royal Camp now.   
FINIS.   

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