OF
A MAID that was deep in Love,
With a Souldier brave and bold SIR.
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I'l tell you here as true a Tale,
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As ever hath been told Sir,
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And what brave actions she perform'd,
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After she was his Wife Sir:
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And how she did behave herself,
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To save her Husbands Life Sir,
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She marched with him in Wet and Dry,
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In Winter and in Summer,
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For her Husband was a Musketeer;
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And she a famous Drummer.
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To the Tune of the Souldiers delight.
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Licensed and Entred according to Order.
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WHen first this Couple fell in Love
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A bargain she did make Sir,
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That when as he had need of her,
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She would not him forsake Sir,
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And so they went for two Comrades,
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Most lovingly Together
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And play'd their parts actively
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Like two Birds of a Feather
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She marched with him in wet and dry
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Her Husband was a Musketeer,
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And she a famous Drummer, etc.
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For she was Daintily Bedect,
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According to her Colour,
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And she was like indeed,
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Just to great Mars's Fellow
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She marcht, etc.
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She had got Mans Aparel on
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Gay Doublet and brave hose Sir,
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And lastly she bet a Drum,
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Her Enemies to appose Sir,
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When Canons Roar and bullets flies
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As thick as hail from Skye Sir,
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She never fear'd her forreign foes,
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When her Comrades was nigh Sir
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She stood the brunt in heat and dry,
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In Winter and in Summer, etc.
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In every plain where she did go,
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She shewed herself so valient
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There's few men might compare with her
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Her actions were so gallant
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She manage could a sword full well
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And to advance a Pike Sir,
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And for the beating of a Drum
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You seldom heard the like Sir
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In frost and Snow in wet and dry
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In Winter and in Summer, etc.
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She bet with three Man at one time
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And won of them a wager
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Had not one strange chance befallen
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She had been made Drum Major,
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Her belly it began to swell
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And she grew plump and jolly,
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And she used all the means she could,
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All for to hide her Belly
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[?]ed him in wet and dry
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[?] and in Summer, etc.
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Near Tower-hill she quarterd was
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In famous London City,
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And more strange News I have to tell,
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For she was grown so big with Child,
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Which made her Fellows wonder,
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And in a Small time after that,
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Poor Soul she fell a Sunder, etc.
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But when her painfull hour appeared,
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I do not Lye nor Flatter,
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The Woman cut her Codpis points,
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To see what was the matter,
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She marcht with him in wet and dry,
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In Winter and in Summer, etc.
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But to be brief it came to pass,
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As I must tell you truly,
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She was delivered of a Son,
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The 16th day of July,
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The women all was kind to her,
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Whilst that she was in Labour,
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They furnished her with everything,
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As Meat and Drink and Clothing,
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Her Childs Linnen and the Like,
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They let her want for nothing,
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Her Husband was a Musketeer,
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And she a Famaous Drummer,
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And it seems they played their business well
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In Winter and in Summer, etc.
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Let no men, no, no women think,
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That she hath been dishonest,
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But what she did was done in love,
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As she before had promised,
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To keep her Husbands Company,
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The truth of all was so Sir,
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And pleasure him both day and Night,
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Where ever she did goe Sir,
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For her Husband was a Musketeer,
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And she a Famous Drummer,
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But it seems they play'd their business well,
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In Winter and in Summer, etc.
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Fair Maidens all that hear this Song,
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Consider what is told here,
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Concerning of a woman kind,
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That dearly loved a Souldier,
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If you with Souldiers be in Love
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I wish you to prove loyal,
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For they to you will constant prove.
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If you put them to tryal,
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Her Husband was a Musketteer,
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And she a Famous Drummer,
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But it seems they play'd their business well.
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In Winter and in Summer,
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For Love it is such a pourfull thing,
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If it be rightly given,
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There cannot be a better gift,
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Under the Copes of Heaven,
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And so brave Souldiers all adieu,
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Remember what is spoken,
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Come by my Song,
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And send it to your Sweet hearts,
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For a Token,
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Her Husband was a Musketeer,
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And she a Famous Drummer,
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I would that I had such a Mate
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To walk with me in Summer.
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In Company she would merry be,
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And sometimes Sing a Song Sir,
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And take a Cogg often time,
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And Drink Strong Beer among Sir,
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If anyone had angered her,
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Or done her any evil,
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She would a made them for to know,
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They had better Cros'd the Devil,
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Her Husband was a Musketeer,
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And she a Famous Drummer,
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She March'd by day and march'd by night,
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In Winter and in Summer.
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