The LOYAL BRITISH Fighting in FLANDERS: Or, A New SONG, made by a Protestant sentinel 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 soldier singing,  
true blue will never slain.   

I have been in France and Flanders,  
where I've seen great numbers slain;  
Colonels, Captains, chief Commanders,  
true blue will never slain.   

Last Summer it was dirty weather,  
we marched through Corn with all our train,  
We marched, and foug●t two days together,  
true blue will never slain.   

We at Walcot had a battle,  
for five hour● it did remain;  
The British made their Guns to rattle,  
true blew will never slain.   

Little else but smoke and Fire,  
could we see all round the Plain;  
Yet we made the French retire,  
true blue will never slain.   

At Charleroy our Cannons roared,  
and our Bullets flew amain:  
We laid the French men in their gore,  
true blue will never slain.   

Not a soldier feared dying,  
though some thousands there lay slain,  
Shot as thick as Hail was flying,  
true blue will never slain.   

At length some of our men was wounded,  
ay, and other some was slain:  
This at all we never valued,  
true blue will never slain.   

Under the Surgeons hand we tarried,  
till our wounds was healed again:  
Brave British hearts were carried,  
true blue will never slain,   

My Captain was a Prisoner taken.  
and our Lieutenant Colonel slain,  
Yet weed ne'er fight against our Conscience  
true blue will never slain.   

He that strikes, he may be strike,  
He that fights he may be slain:  
He tha●'s beaten, is not eaten,  
true blue will never slain.   

While we in a Land of Strangers,  
did in Camp of Field remain;  
We were still beset with dangers,  
true blue will never slain.   

'tis the wars that we delight in,  
and a Cowards name disdain;  
British Boys the best for fighting,  
true blue will never slain.   

Let not one despise a soldier,  
for he does our Rights maintain,  
Proving still the Lands upholder,  
true blue will never slain.   

Thus we 've been all Europe over,  
Britains honour to maintain,  
And now we're set ashore at Dover,  
true blue will never slain.   

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 slain,    
FINIS.