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Protestant SOULDIER,
And his LOVE:
Or, The Damsels Resolution at length to take up Arms against the Irish
Rebels for the true Enjoyment of her Dear.
To the Tune of, Liggan Water: Or, Glory of London-Derry.
Licensed according to Order
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LOve I come to take my leave,
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Yet I would not have thee grieve;
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Tho' we must divided be,
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I will be Loyal, Love, to thee.
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A most Noble Armed Band,
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Will away to Ireland,
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Where the French and Teagues shall know,
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That we have strength to lay them low.
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Then this fair and vertuous Maid,
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To her loving Soldier said,
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It will [surely] break my heart,
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If that my Dear and I must part.
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Prithee stay at home with me,
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Where you will in safety be;
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Go not to the Irish Shore,
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For fear I never see thee more.
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I am Listed, Love, he cry'd,
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Therefore now what e're betide,
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I will with the Army go,
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To prove the Rebels overthrow.
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Thirty thousand Men, my dear,
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Will in shining Arms appear,
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Who with speed will march away,
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I hope to fare as well as they.
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Love, I'll to your Collonel go,
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He may so much pitty show,
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As to discharge you far my sake,
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When as he hears the moan I make.
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Twenty pounds I have in store,
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Nay, and had I ten times more,
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Every Groat I'de freely give,
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So thou at home with me might live.
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Love, they Tears are all in vain,
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I at home will not remain,
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But will to the Wars with speed,
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And fight while I have drop to bleed.
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Can I hear great Ireland,
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On the brink of Ruin stand,
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Protestants for succour call
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And yet be not concern'd at all.
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No, we'll make the Romans yield,
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Our sharp Swords shall Reap the Field,
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Since our Cause is just and right,
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My dear, I'll never fear to Fight.
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If my Tears will not prevail,
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But to Ireland you'll Sail,
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Let me so much favour find,
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Not left to languish here behind.
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Whensoe're you march away,
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In this Land I will not stay,
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But thy true Comrade will be,
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And freely live or dye with thee.
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My sweet Jewel say not so,
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If along with me you go,
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In that Land you'll hardship find,
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And likewise strangers most unkind.
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Love I prize thy presence so,
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That I am resolv'd to go,
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Being still with thee my dear,
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There's nothing in the world I fear.
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These two Lovers straight agreed,
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And she Listed was with speed,
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Not a Person knowing there,
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That she was then a Damsel fair.
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With her love in Field she'll fight,
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In rich shining Armous bright,
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Being for the Wars design'd,
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And with a most Couragious mind.
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FINIS.
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