REAL REALITY,
OR,
The Souldiers Loyalty.
To the Tune of, The Doubting Virgin.
Written by a Souldier in the Camp. This may be Printed, R.L.S.
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THo' at present I must leave thee,
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constant still I will remain;
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Of all thy Sex I love thee dearly,
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love 'till death I will maintain:
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Therefore Dearest rest contented,
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fortune yet on me may smile,
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My Loyalty I have presented,
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to King and Country for a while.
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If Mars with furies has designed
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to bring my Honour to the Dust,
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All Mortals know we are consined,
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to pay a death, and dye we must:
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In Field undaunted I will venture,
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life and fortune for my King,
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In Rear, in front, and also Center,
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Rebels shall my fury fling.
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Mars commands, I must obey him,
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in the field with armour bright,
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Applause and Honour doth display him,
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to maintain Great James's Right:
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I will venture to the Center,
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where the greatest dangers lye,
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and in Battle where Drums rattle,
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Death himself I will defie.
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Though our Enemies surround us
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they our Courage still shall feel,
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We with our Swords will lay about us
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the which are made of Tempred steel:
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Our Enemies we'l make to tremble,
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to see with what courage we fight,
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And our King we must resemble,
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for we will maintain his Right.
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Rest thou my dear a while contented,
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blast me not out of thy mind,
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Tho' for a time I be absented,
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my heart thou knowst I have resign'd
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To thee my dear before we parted,
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as to thee it is well known,
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My desire's prove thou true-hearted,
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untill to thee I do return.
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Tho' Rebels falsifie their trust,
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and prove Disloyal to their King,
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Tho' they began now end we must,
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& make the World with fame to ring
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Of Second James a Prince of Princes,
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whose noble deeds doth merit praise
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'Tis the prayer of Loyal Subjects,
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to multiply his life and days.
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Honour is the thing deigned,
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and the glory of our cause,
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To repell those that combined,
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to subvert the Kingdoms Laws;
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but their delusion is confusion,
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which upon their heads will fall,
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Whilst the Loyal stand the Tryal,
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we will rout the Rebels all.
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And now my dearest dear and honey,
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faith ful still will I remain,
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No change i'le make for gold or money,
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or for the greatest Indian gain,
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Nothing shall fasifie the vow,
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as unto thee I solemn made,
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As was I then, so am I now,
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no beauty shall my heart invade.
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Heavens bless thee, tho' I left thee,
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true till Death I will remain,
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If Mistris fortune doth befriend me
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e're long I shall see thee again:
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Let Rebels dye, before they flye,
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that were disloyal to their King,
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And grant great Cesar may live ever,
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whose name with fame shall ever ring
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