The valiant Commander, with his resolute
LADY. Shewing,
A brief discourse of a Commander bold,
Who had a wife was worth her weight in gold.
She bravely Fought to save her Husbands life,
Let all men judge, was not this a valiant [w]ife.
To a new Northern tune, called, I would give ten thousand pounds
she were in Shrewsbury. Or, Ned Smith.
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GAllants come list a while
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a story I shall tell,
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Of a Commander bold,
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and what to him befell,
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He was besieged round,
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in Chester Citie fair.
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His Lady being with him,
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which fild his heart with care,
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This unto her he said
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dearest come thou to me,
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I would give ten thousand pound
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thou wert in Shrewsbury.
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O my own hearts delight,
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my joy and Turtle Dove,
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More dear then mine own life,
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heavens know I do thee love,
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Those beautious looks of thine,
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my sences set on fire,
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Yea though I love thee well,
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thy absence I desire.
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Dearest come thou to me, etc.
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Thy fair red coloured cheeks,
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and thy bright shining eye,
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Makes me alwayes inflamd
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with thy sweet companie.
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Thy breath smells far more sweet,
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then doth sweet frankincense.
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And yet for all those fumes,
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I wish thee farther hence.
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This makes me sing and say, etc.
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Look how my Uncle stands
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I dare not come him neer,
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Because I love the King
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and am a Cavalear,
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Yet for my Ladie and her son,
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my heart doth bleed for thee,
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I would give ten thousand pound
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they were in Shrewsbury.
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They were in Shrewsbury,
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some comfort for to find,
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Amongst the Cavaleers
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to ease a troubled mind.
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My heart bleeds in my brest,
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for my fair Ladies sake,
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And how to save her life,
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I know no course to take
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Hark how the drums do beat
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and warlike Trumpets sound,
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See how the Musqueteers
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have now begirt us round.
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They Souldies they cry out,
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kill, kill, no quarter give,
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What hopes then can I have;
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that my true love should live.
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WHen he thus spoken had
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his Ladie he forsook,
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And with a manly heart
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his sword in hand he took,
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Farewell my Lady dear,
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now will I bandie blows,
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And fight myself to death.
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amongst my desprate foes,
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Dearest farewell from me,
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dearest farewel from me,
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I would give ten thousand pound,
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thou wert in Shrewsbury.
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His Ladie seeing then,
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the danger they were in,
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She like a Souldier bold,
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noblie then did begin
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My trustie love quoth she
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since thou so valiant art
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What ere becomes of me,
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stoutly Ile take thy part.
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Dearest cast care care away,
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let kisses comfort thee,
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Thou and Ile nere depart,
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Ile live and die with thee.
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Put me on mans attire,
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give me a souldiers Coat,
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Ile make King Charls his foes
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quickly to change their note.
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Cock your match prime your pan,
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let piercing bullets flie.
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I doe not care a Pin
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whether I live or die.
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Dearest cast care away,
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let kisses comfort thee,
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Thou and Ile ner depart,
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Ile live and die with thee.
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She took a Musquet then,
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and a sword by her side,
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In disguise like a man,
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her valour so she tride.
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And with her True-love she
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march forth couragiouslie,
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And made away with speed
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quite throught the Enemie.
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Dearest cast care away,
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let kisses comfort thee,
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Thou and Ile ner depart,
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Ile live and die with thee.
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Their Souldiers brave and bold,
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behavd themselves so well,
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That all the Northern parts
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of their deserts can tell
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Thus have you heard the news
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of a most valiant wight,
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And of his Ladie brave,
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how stoutly they did fight.
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Deatest cast care away,
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let kisses comfort thee,
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Thou and Ile ner depart,
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Ile live and die with thee.
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