The Young Damsels
Courage and Conquest:
OR, The close Encounter between Country KATE and a lusty Soldier of FLANDERS.
Tune of March Boys, etc.
Licensed according to Order.
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(1)
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A Souldier from Flanders he Travell'd of late,
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and here in the City of London did lye,
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And happen'd to meet with bonny brisk Kate,
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a Lass with a delicate rouling Eye:
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She chuckt the Souldier under the Chin,
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she being youthful brisk and airy,
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And said if thou wilt my favour win,
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then come Boy, come Boy, let's be merry:
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Come Boy, come Boy, beat upon my Drum Boy,
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fain wou'd I see how thou can'st Tabor,
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Do what ye can, honest John, like a Man,
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and I'll reward you for your labour.
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(2)
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I never could Tabor a Drum, I declare,
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tho' long I have Marched in Flanders in Spain,
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A Musket I still on my Shoulders did bear,
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whenever I follow'd the Warlike-Train:
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The Damsel immediately thus reply'd,
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if thou art a Soldier draw out thy Rapier,
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Thy Courage and Valour with me shall be try'd,
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Draw then draw I'll make you caper:
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Draw Boy, draw Boy, 'teent against the Law Boy
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for if I do but once come near you:
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Tis my delight, for to fight, though by night,
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come on, brave Souldier, I'll not fear you.
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(3)
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He drew out his Rapier and to her did run;
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as soon as she saw it young Kate got a fall,
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But yet there alass was no prejudice done,
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she still for a closer encounter did call:
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Just when he thought he had gotten the day,
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her courage & strength did still grow stronger,
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So that she still show'd him delicate play,
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till he, till he could strive no longer:
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Longer, longer, not a Minute longer,
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thus was he conquer'd by a Beauty,
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She got the day, as they say, in the fray,
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and vow'd that she'd make him know his Duty.
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(4)
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She turn'd to the Souldier and gave him a smile,
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and said was you e're so beaten before,
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I am not like those that will parly a while,
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but conquer without any Cannons that roar:
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At this the Soldier was straight in a rage,
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resolving his Forces again to rally,
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That he with young beautiful Kate might ingage,
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in vain, in vain, it was to dally,
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Dally, dally, never would he dally,
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nor would he yield on no condition;
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She held him too't, he did shoot, the dispute
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held while he'd spent his Ammunition.
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(5)
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Now his Bandileers being empty at last,
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so that he no longer could stand the Field,
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He would have been running but she held him fast
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so that he was forc'd to submit and yield:
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Though often he fought in the Field of Mars,
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where Cannons had roard like claps of thunder,
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At length by a Beautiful Country Lass,
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he was subdu'd and soon brought under:
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Under, under, yet it was no wonder,
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being no more than what is common:
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Those that have fought, many Enemies stout,
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at length have been conquer'd by a Woman.
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