THE
White-Chappel Maids Lamentation
For the loss of their Sweet-hearts, upon the Souldiers Depar-
ting to the Army to fight for the King.
To the Tune of, Methinks the poor Town has been troubled too long.
This may be Printed. June the 24, 1685. R. L. S.
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WE Maids are undone, our sweet-hearts are flown,
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And gone to the Army to get them renown,
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To guard and preserve each County and Town,
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And fight for the safety of Kingdom and Crown,
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No Nation can shew up such Youths as are here,
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Such Warlike brave Heros, such hearts void of fear.
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Our hearts are fire, and long till they come,
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To hear their sweet Fife, and to hear their loud Drum,
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To see our Delight, and our joy, and our life,
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Come home and Embrace his soft tender young Wife,
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No Nation can shew as such Youths as are here,
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Such War-like brave Heros, such hearts void of fear,
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Each Mistris is kind, and softer then Down,
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And fairer then Jilts in their Gold-Flower'd Go[wn]
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So soft are our Charms, and sweet our delight,
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They long all the day like a Bride-groom for Nigh[t]
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No Nation can shew us such Youths as are here,
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Such War-like brave Heros, such hearts void of fear.
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Poor Cisly and Sue, and Bridget and Nell,
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Unpatiently wait for to hear their loves well:
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That John and sweet Thomas have gotten no harms,
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Will safely return to their Mistrisses arms,
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No Nation can shew us such Youths as are here,
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such War-like, etc.
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At parting I gave Sweet William a kiss,
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And bid him remember his Mistris by this,
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I gave him a present too large for to name,
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A present desir'd by the Cocks of the Game.
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No Nation can shew such Youths as are here,
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such Warlike, etc.
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'Tis Honour and Love that makes them to run,
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Amid'st the sad dangers of Pikes and of Guns,
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Thus in every Field the Souldier gets fame,
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And get him a lasting eternal brave name.
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No Nation can shew us such Youths as are here,
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Such Warlike, etc.
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May Fortune prove kind, and may every one,
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With peace and with plenty return safely home,
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May all our kind wishes be crowned by Fate,
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That for their returning so earnestly wait,
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No Nation can shew us such Youths as are here,
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Such Warlike, etc.
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Thus every Lass new pleasures will find,
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And for to obliege them will always be kind,
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No Frowns nor denyals shall e're cloud our face,
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Each Nymph like the Sun shall appear in full grace,
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No Nation can shew us such Youths are here,
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Such War-like brave Heros, such hearts void of fear.
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FINIS.
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