THE
Loyal Soldiers Courtship;
OR, Constant PEGGY's Kind Answer.
BEING
Her Resolution to Forsake her Friends, and venture to the Wars with
her Beloved Souldier.
To a Pleasant New Tune. Licensed according to Order.
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UPon the Banks of Ireland,
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when first we Landed there,
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So cold was then our Lodging,
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yet harder was our Fare;
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For want of Meat and Drink, Sir,
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our Men did pine and dye,
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And I will no more go
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into Dundaugh Camp to lye.
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O come away, sweet Peggy,
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and hear what I shall say,
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We must for famous England,
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there to receive our Pay:
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Now for thy constant kindness,
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I will love thee till I dye,
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And I will no more go
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into Dundaugh Camp to lye.
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I'll take thee cross the Ocean,
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unto my native Land,
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And study thy Promotion,
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then don't disputing stand;
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These Arms shall still Embrace thee,
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in Love and Constancy;
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And I will no more go
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into Dundaugh Camp to lye.
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Sweet Souldier, since you Woo'd me,
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my Friends have made a noise,
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Then do not thus delude me,
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with such fine Golden Joys,
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For fear of Parents anger,
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your Suit I must deny,
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Although you will no more go
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into Dundaugh Camp to lye.
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What need you fear your Father
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or Mothers angry Frowns?
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My Hand and Sword shall Guard you
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through Cities, Courts and towns:
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For thee, my dearest Jewel;
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I'll Fight until I dye;
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And Love, I will no more go
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into Dundaugh Camp to lye.
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But Souldier, should you leave me,
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when you another find,
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This would perplex and grieve me,
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should you prove so unkind:
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Therefore I'm loath to v[e]nter,
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your Suit I must deny;
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Although you do no more go
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into Dundaugh Camp to lye.
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I cannot be so Cruel,
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while I remain alive,
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If I am false, sweet Jewel,
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then never let me thrive:
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I never will deceive thee,
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but love thee till I dye;
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Yet now I will no more go
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into Dundaugh Camp to lye.
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Souldier, as thou art Loyal,
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what e're become of me,
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I'll make no more denyal,
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but through the World with thee:
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My Fortune I will venter,
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whether I live or dye,
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The Field of Mars I'll enter,
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where we in Camp will lye.
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I'll leave my fond Relations,
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my Parents dear also,
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And unto Forreign Nations,
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along with thee I'll go:
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A Musquet on my Shoulder,
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I'll bear right valiantly;
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Thus as a fellow Souldier,
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with thee I'll live and dye.
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Let's go on Board together,
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to Plow the Ocean Main,
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I fear no Wind nor Weather,
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Love, with the Warlike Train,
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In France or famous Flanders,
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where e're thy lot shall be,
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Under those brave Commanders,
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I'll live and dye with thee.
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