Londerias, or, A narrative of the siege of London-Dery which was formed by the late King James the 18th of April, and raised the 1st of August, Anno Dom. 1689 : written in verse / by Joseph Aickin.

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Londerias, or, A narrative of the siege of London-Dery which was formed by the late King James the 18th of April, and raised the 1st of August, Anno Dom. 1689 : written in verse / by Joseph Aickin.
Author
Aickin, Joseph.
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Dublin :: Printed by J. B. and S. P. ...,
1699.
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James -- II, -- King of England, 1633-1701.
Londonderry (Northern Ireland) -- History -- Siege, 1688-1689.
Ireland -- History -- 17th century -- Sources.
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Sect. 19. The Engagement at Lifford.
THe Morn from South, the Fin from West commence, At Lifford they conjoin their confluence; From thence to Dery in full streams they flow, And guard the South of Dery from the Foe: Therefore King James must pass the swoln Fin, If he the City do's expect to win. This to effect he sent some of his Horse, To pass the Ford at Lifford with great Forc The sound of Drums and Trumpets rent the air, And th'Irish Forces to the Ford repair. And boldly enter in: when lo! our Men, Pour showers of Bullets from a Ravelin. The Irish drop, and with the purple gore, Of dying Soldiers stain the waters o're. From t'other side the En'my fiercely fire, And reinforce their Troops as need require.

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Till they got footing on the other shoar, And with unequal Force our Men o're-power. Then Death appear'd in many a dismal hue, Our Men retreat the Enemy pursue.
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