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 longd livd 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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in chanted 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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Oprety Peggy,
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let sorrows remove,
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And graut me a Kiss
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in token of love:
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O take the a Thousand,
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one is but a few,
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Ile leave my own 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:
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Father and Mother,
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thoust 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 ha[t]h,
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with her she hath tain:
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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 Seas,
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with a Souldier.
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As Peggy 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 smild 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 her where she was bound,
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She answered them quicky,
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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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Her Husband came home,
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so late in the night,
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He askt for Peggy,
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his joy and delight:
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They answerd 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 red to the sho[r]e,
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Thinking to take Peggy
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before she got ore:
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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 thoust have thy Money,
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at every months end,
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Thoust never want money,
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wine or good chear,
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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 Peggy over Sea,
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with a 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 har 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 it is gone:
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For she could no longer,
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in Ireland stay,
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For she hath no Gold,
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nor 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 thats amiss,
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amended shall be:
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Ile live with my Husband,
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and Baby so dear,
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And ile 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 thats amiss,
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amended may be
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I pray God forgive thy sins
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and Ile forgive thee,
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If thou wilt 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 you 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 [d]anger,
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so vainly away.
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