The Valliant Damsel;
Giving an Account of a Maid at Westminster, who
put her self in Mans Apparel, and Listed her
self for a Soldier for the Wars of Flanders.
Tune of, Let Mary live long. Licensed according to Order.
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GOod People attend,
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I bring a Relation.
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Of Girls in this Nation,
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Who fought to defend
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the Kingdom and Crown:
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In this present Reign,
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They fought on the Main,
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like strangers to fate,
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and now here's another,
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and now here's another
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was listed of late.
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At fair Ireland,
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In Souldier's Attire,
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A Woman did Fire,
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And valiantly stand
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at the Siege of Cork;
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While the Shot did rebound,
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She received a Wound,
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yet fear'd not the foe;
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And now here's another
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And now here's another
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for Flanders would go.
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A generous Maid,
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Both youthful and pritty,
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In Westminster City,
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Her self she array'd,
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in Robes like a Youth,
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To a Captain she came,
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Where her sweet Maiden name
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she chang'd and conceal'd,
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Then listed for Flanders,
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Then listed for Flanders,
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to fight in the field.
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The Captain when he
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Did look on this Beauty,
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Contrary to Duty,
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Was troubled to see
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so pleasant a Youth
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To go out of this Land.
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Under Martial command,
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to face a proud foe;
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But yet this young Stripling,
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But yet this young stripling
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resolved to go.
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My Parents are dead,
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Both Father and Mother,
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And therfore no other
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Thoughts runs in my head,
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but a Soldiers Life:
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If I happen to dye,
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There is no one to cry
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for me, Sir, I know;
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And therefore a Soldier,
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And therefore a Soldier
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to Flanders I'll go.
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Immediately then,
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The Youth being willing,
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Received a shilling,
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With other new men,
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thus listed was she.
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Lest they should change their mind,
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They were straitways confin'd
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from running away;
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At length her dear Parents,
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At length her dear Parents,
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was told where she lay.
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Her mother strait went,
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Where she did behold her,
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The Damsel she told her,
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There's none should prevent
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her noble design:
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For in brisk Armour bright,
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She resolved to fight,
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and often reply'd:
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There's Captains and Coll'nels,
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There's Captains and Coll'nels
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to stand by our side.
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Dear Daughter forbear,
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You never shall merrit,
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True fame by that Spirit,
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For I have took care
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to get your Discharge.
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When she found it was so,
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And that home she must go,
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her grief did excell.
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In Westminster City,
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In Westminster City
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this Damsel does dwell.
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