The Valarous Acts performed at GAUNT,
[by] the brave Bonny Lass Mary Ambree, who in Revenge of her Loves death,
did play her part most gallantly. The Tune is, the blind Beggar.
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When Captain couragious, whom death could not daunt
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Had roundly besieged the City of Gaunt,
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And manly they marched by two and by three,
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But the foremost in battel was Mary Ambree.
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Thus being enforced to fight with her Foes,
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On each side most fiercely they seemed to close:
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Each one sought for honour in every degree,
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But none so much won it as Mary Ambree,
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When brave Serjant Major was slain in the fight,
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Who was her own true love her joy and delight:
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She swore unrevenged his blood should not be,
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Was not this a brave bonny lass Mary Ambree.
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She cloathed her self from top to the toe,
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With Buff of the bravest and seemly to show:
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[?]shirt of Male over that striped she,
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[?] Lass Mary Ambree.
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A Helmet of proof she put on her head,
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A strong armed Sword she girt on her side;
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Afair goodly Gauntlet on her side wore she,
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Was not this a brave bonny lass Mary Ambree.
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Then took she her Sword and her Target in hand;
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And called all those that would be of her band;
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To wait on her person there came thousands three,
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Was not this a brave bonny Lass Mary Ambree.
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Before you shall perish the worst of you all,
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Or come to any danger of Enemies thrall:
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This hand and this life of mine shall set you free,
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Was not this a brave bonny Lass Mary Ambree.
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The Drums and the Trumpets did sound out alarm,
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And many a hundred did loose Leg and Arm;
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And many a thousand she brought on their knee,
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Was not this a brave bonny Lass Mary Ambree.
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The Sky then she filled with the smoak of her Shot,
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And her Enemies bodies with Bullets so hot;
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For one of her own men a Score killed she,
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Was not this a brave bonny Lass Mary Ambree.
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And then her false Gunner did spoyl her intent,
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Her Powder and Bullets away he had spent;
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And then with her weapon she flasht them in three,
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Was not this a brave bonny Lass Mary Ambree.
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Then took she her Castle where she did abide,
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Her Enemies besieg'd her on every side;
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To beat down her Castle-walls they did agree,
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And all for to overcome Mary Ambree.
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Then took she her Sword and her Target in hand,
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And on her Castle-walls stoutly did stand;
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So daring the Captains, to match any three,
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O what a brave Captain was Mary Ambree.
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At her then they smiled, not thinking in heart,
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That she could have perform'd so valarous a part;
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The one said to the other, we shortly shall see
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This gallant brave captain before us to flee.
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Why what do you think or take me to be?
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Unto these brave Souldiers so valiant spoke she:
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A Knight Sir of England, and Captain (quoth they)
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Whom shortly we mean to take prisoner away.
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No Captain of England, behold in your sight,
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Two Breasts in my bosom, and therefore no Knight
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No Knight Sir of England nor Captain quoth she,
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But even a poor bonny Lass Mary Ambree.
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But art thou a woman as thou dost declare,
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That hath made us thus spend our armour in War;
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The like in our lives we never did see,
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And therefore we'l honour brave Mary Ambree.
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The Prince of great Parma heard of her renown,
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Who long had advanced for Englands fair Crown,
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In token he sent her a Glove and a Ring,
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And said she should be his Bride at his wedding.
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Why what do you think or take me to be,
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Though he be a Prince of great dignity;
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It shall never be said in England so free,
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That a stranger did maary with Mary Ambree.
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Then unto fair England she back did return,
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Still holding the Foes of brave England in scorn;
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In Valour no Man was ever like she
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Was not this a brave bonny Lass Mary Ambree.
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In this Womans praises I'le here end my Song,
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Whose heart was approved in valour most strong;
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Let all sorts of people whatever they be,
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Simg forth the brave valours of Mary Ambree.
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