THE VALIANT
Soldier's Courtship:
Wherein he shews a Soldier ought not to be slighted, not only be-
cause they venture their Lives, but likewise that Kings and Princes are, and
have been of the same Occupation.
To an excellent new Tune.
Licensed according to Order.
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A Soldier and a bonny Lass,
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as they walk'd forth one day,
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With Kisses and with Complements,
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he unto her did say,
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Sweet, let me kiss thy thy ruddy Lips,
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make me somewhat bolder:
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Indeed, kind Sir, my Mother said,
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I might not kiss a Soldier.
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My Dear, a Soldier travels far,
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in bloudy Field to fight,
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And proves himself a Man of War,
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with shining Armour bright:
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His Valour daunts the mightiest Foe,
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making their Courage colder,
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And Dearest do not answer no,
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but kiss an honest Soldier.
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The Cowards lies on Beds of Down
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the silent Night secure,
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While we for Honour and Renown,
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all hardship do endure:
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The Summer hot, in Camp we lye,
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and Winter, though much colder;
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What man is he that can outvie
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the valiant Warlike Soldier?
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With flying Colours in the Field,
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we stand by force of Arms;
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Nothing so soon can make us yield,
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as Love's alluring Charms:
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She make the proudest Monarch bow,
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if once he doth behold her;
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Therefore my sweetest Creature now
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embrace an honest Soldier.
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The Soldier is a Pillow strong,
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for to support the Throne,
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Whose Loyal Duty do's belong
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to Majesty alone:
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Fighting up to the Knees in Bloud,
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to be the Realm's upholder;
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If this thy Mother understood,
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she'd let thee love a Soldier.
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My Dear, I do deserve thy Love,
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as thou shalt understand,
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There's not a noble man above
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a Soldier, in the Land.
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The Monarch whom we all obey,
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Religion's true upholder;
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He does the Royal Scepter sway,
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and is both King and Soldier.
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My Love, when David lay asleep
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upon the solid Down,
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Among his Lambs and harmless Sheep,
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he dream'd the Royal Crown
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In splendid Glory he should rear,
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and be the Land's upholder:
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Then tell me Love, who can compare
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with the right valiant Soldier?
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He slew Goliah with a Sling,
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then us'd a Sword also,
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And did this Giant's Head soon bring,
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unto the Ground full low:
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Throwing away his Shepherd's Crook,
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which he wore on his Shoulder,
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And took the Sword and Scepter both,
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being both King and Soldier.
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A Soldier's Glory will appear
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from the Records of Fame,
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Great Alexander Love, we hear,
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he conquer'd where he came;
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No less than all the Universe,
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no Champion ever bolder;
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Therefore my sweet and bonny Lass,
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embrace an honest Soldier.
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You see that Kings and Noble Peers
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hath Soldiers been of old,
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And so they are of later years,
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Couragious, Stout, and Bold:
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Then wherefore should they be run down,
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who are the Lands Upholder?
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Then prithee Dearest do not frown,
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but love an honest Soldier.
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The Damsel made him this Reply,
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what you have now declar'd,
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I cannot in the least deny,
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but yet I am afraid,
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Your kind Embraces to receive,
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although the Land's Upholder:
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But first I'll ask my Mothers leave,
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and then I'll love a Soldier.
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