THE
Scotch Souldiers Kindness.
It being the Sorrowful Ditty of Fifty Young Damsels of Southwark, who lately lost
their Maiden-heads with those Valiant Souldiers lately Quartered in that Place.
Stout Souldiers then are Valiant Men,
Their Fame will ever Ring,
We may admit that they should get
Brave Souldiers for the KING:
In Warlike Fights, both Lords and Knights,
And Valiant Souldiers dye,
Then well may they with Damsels play,
To get a New Supply.
To the Tune of, The Crafty Miss.
This may be Printed, R.L.S. June 25.
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SCotch Jemmy, and Jockey, and Sawny,
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with many brisk Lads of that Land,
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Stout hearted Couragious and brawny,
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brave Boys that were under command:
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Near Southwark a while they remained,
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where Damsels they daily did court,
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Their favour they quickly obtained,
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and then there was sport upon sport.
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Those Lads were both Jovial and Jolly,
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as Blith as the Birds in the Spring
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With Jenny, and Maudlin, and Dolly,
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they boldly did run at the Ring:
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Those girls when the bargin was making
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they vow'd they should play in the dark,
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But yet if I am not mistaken,
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theres none could come nearer the mark
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It seems there is forty or fifty
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young Girls that for gaming did strive,
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But yet they were wondrous thrifty,
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for now they do happily thrive:
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And also respect without measure,
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those Souldiers they then did adore,
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Since they were endu'd with that treasure
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they never enjoyed before.
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But while they were Courting and toying
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they thought it would never be day,
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But now comes the woful annoying
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when thence they were Marching away
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Then Margery, Winny, and Mary,
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with Jude, and Gillian, and Kate
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Young Nelly, and Susan, and Sarah,
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a pittiful Tale did relate.
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Ah this is their sorrowful ditty,
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to see they are utterly left,
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Their friends will afford them no pitty,
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now they of all joys are bereft:
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Quoth Doll let us draw a Petition
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to send to the Captain with speed,
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Wherein we'l declare our condition,
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quoth Jude let this be agree'd.
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They sent for a Scrivener to write it,
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a neighbour that lived hard by,
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He had a cute wit to Indite it,
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and knew how the mater did lye:
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O this is our hearty desire,
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to marry and make us their Bride,
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Our love shall be always intire,
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we'l follow the Camp by their side.
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Their Writeing they thought to deliver,
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and Husbands they thought to obtain,
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Poor girls they did use their endeavour,
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but still it did prove but in vain:
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They are in a woeful condition,
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alas they look pittiful wan,
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For when they came with their Petition,
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the Captain and Souldiers were gone.
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O then what a woeful Narration,
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these fifty young Damsels did make
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Being crossed in their expectation,
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they knew not what course for to take:
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Then Maudlin with Jude and Betty,
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together with all the whole train,
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Did sound forth their sorrowful Ditty,
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and weeping they sigh and complain.
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But seeing it hath been our folly,
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no remedy now can be made,
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Come let us be ruled by Dolly,
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how thus in discretion hath said:
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My Sisters why should we be daunted,
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and Jude was just of that mind,
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We will not with sorrows be haunted,
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for once being loving and kind.
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We'l leave it Girls when we grow older,
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now once it is gone let it go,
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I am glad that upon a brave Souldier,
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my Maiden-head I did bestow:
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Then follow my kind exhortation,
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and on it we'l set a good face,
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We'l fear not the Worlds exclamation,
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a Fig for the thoughts of disgrace.
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