A new Ballad of the Souldier and Peggy-
To a new Northerne Tune.
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IT was a brave Souldier
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that long livd in warres,
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He would into England,
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to try his affaires,
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A brave gallant Creature,
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enchanted 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 money,
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none did her excell.
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Yet Peggy would listen
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to 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 sorrowes remove,
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And grant me a kisse
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in token of love:O take thee a thousand,
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ons but a few,
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Ile leave my owne husband,
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to travel with you.
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O pretty 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:Father and Mother,
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thouse never so mere,
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If thou wilt goe over Sea
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with a Souldier.
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She tooke the keyes from her side,
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to her chest shes gone,
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All the gold that she hath,
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with her she ath tane:She left the Babe Motherlesse,
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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 Peggy and the Souldier,
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went over a plaine,
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He twinked at her,
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she smiled againe:He courted her bravely,
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as Youngmen should doe,
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And ever 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 did she downe,
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All that did meet her
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askt whither she was bound:She answered them quickly,
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she could not tell where,
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For she must goe over sea
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with a souldier.
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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,They answer 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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The second part, to the same Tune.
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HE sadled his horse
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and rode to the shoare,
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Thinking to take Peggy,
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before she got ore: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 thee good nurse
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be good to my child,
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And thouse have thy wages;
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at every months end:
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Thouse nether want money,
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wine nor good cheare,
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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 eke the Plummer,
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for plumming so deepe:He banned the wind
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and the water so cleere,
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That carried her over sea
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with a souldier
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She had not beene over sea,
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passing months three,
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Ere she would come home againe,
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if it might be.
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To speake with her husband,
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this matter to cleere,
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Because she had bin over sea
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with a souldier.
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This wanton lewd woman,
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is come home againe,
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When all her pleasure,
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and coine it was spent:
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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 money to pay.
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I pray you sweet husband,
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will you forgive me,
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And all thats amisse,
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amended shall be:Ile live with my husband,
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and Babie so deare,
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And Ile never goe againe;
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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 thats amisse
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amended may be.
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I pray God forgive my sinnes,
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and Ile forgive thee,
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If thoul live at home,
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with thy Babie and me.
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All you good wives,
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that heare this my song,
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Live at home with your husbands
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and doe them no wrong:For youth it is wanton,
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and will have a fling,
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And Peggy is at home
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with her husband againe.
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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 Countrey to stay,
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And never to wander
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so vainely away.
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