A New Ballad of the Souldier and Peggy:
To a New Northern Tune.
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IT was a brave souldier
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that long liv'd in wars,
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He would into England,
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to try his affairs;
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A gallant young Creature
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inchanted his eye,
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It is for thy love peggy,
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I dye, I dye.
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She had a good Husband
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that loved her well,
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For Gold and for Silver
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none did her excell:
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Yet Peggy would listen
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unto the Souldiers cry,
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It is for thy love Peggy,
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I dye, I dye.
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O pretty Peggy
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let sorrows remove,
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And grant me a Kiss
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in token of love:
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O take thee a thousand,
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one is but a few,
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I'le leave my own Husband
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to travel with you.
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O pritty Peggy
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if thou wilt be mine,
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All the Gold that I get,
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it shall be thine:
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Father and Mother
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thou'st never see more,
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If thou wilt go over Sea
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with a Souldier.
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She took the Keys from her side,
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to her Chest she is gone,
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All the Gold that she hath,
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with her she hath tane:
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She left the Babe Motherless,
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and the bed bare,
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And she is gone over Sea,
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with a Souldier.
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As Pegg and the Souldier,
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went over the plain,
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He twinkled at her,
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and she smiled again:
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He courted her bravely,
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as young men should do,
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And after said peggy,
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I love none but you.
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As peggy went up the street,
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so went she down,
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All that did meet her,
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ask'd where she was bound;
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She answer'd them quickly,
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she could not tell where,
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For she is gone over sea,
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with a Souldier.
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The Second Part, to the same Tune.
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Her husband came home,
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so late in the night,
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He asked for Peggy,
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his joy and delight:
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They answer'd him quickly,
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they could not tell where,
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For she was gone over Sea,
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with a Souldier.
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He sadled his horse,
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and rid to the shore,
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Thinking to take peggy,
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before she got o're:
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He asked for peggy,
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but she was not there.
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For she was gone over Sea,
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with a Souldier.
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I pray you good Nurse,
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be good to my Child,
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And thou'st have thy money,
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at every months end:
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Thou'st never want money,
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Wine nor good cheer,
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Though Peggy be over Sea,
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with a Souldier.
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He cursed the Carpenter
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that made the Ship,
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And likewise the Plummer,
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for plumming so deep,
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He banned the wind,
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and the water so clear,
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That carried pegg over Sea,
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with the Souldier.
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She had not been over Sea,
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passing months three,
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But she would come home again,
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if it might be:
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To speak with her husband
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the matter to clear,
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Cause she had been over Sea
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with a Souldier.
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This wanton young woman,
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is come home again,
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When all her money,
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and coin is gone:
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For she could no longer
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in Ireland stay,
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For she had no Gold,
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nor no money to pay.
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I pray you good Husband
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will you forgive me?
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And all that's amiss,
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amended shall be:
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I'le live with my Husband,
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and Baby so dear,
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And I'le never go again,
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with a Souldier.
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Come hither sweet Peggy,
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thou art welcome to me,
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So all that's a miss,
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amended may be,
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I pray God forgive thy sins,
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and i'le forgive thee,
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If thou'lt live at home,
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with my Baby and me.
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All you good Wives,
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that hear this my song,
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Live at home with your Husbands
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and do them no wrong,
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For youth it is wanton,
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and will have a stain,
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And peggy is at home,
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with her Husband again.
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And thus of my song
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I will make an end,
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Praying for Gods favour,
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for women and men:
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Desiring them all
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in their Country to stay,
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And never to wander
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so vainly away.
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