Valiant Jockie,
OR
The Maiden Warriour,
Being a Valient Ladies Resolution to fight in Field; by the side of Jockey her Entire Love;
With his answer to it
To an excellent New Tune.
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VAliant Jockey's march'd away,
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To fight the foe, with great Makcay;
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Leaving me poor Soul, Alas! forlorn,
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To curle the hour I e'er was born:
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But I swear I'le follow too,
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And dearest Jockey's fate pursue,
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Near him be to guard his precious Life,
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Never Scot had sik a loyal wife:
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Sword I'le wear I'le cut my hair,
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Tann my cheeks that once were thought so fair,
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In Souldiers weed to him I'le speed
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Never fik a Trooper crost the Tweed
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Trumpet found a Victory,
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I'le kill my self the next Dundee.
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Loves raging fate doth all agree,
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To do some Glorious act by me:
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Great Bellona take my part,
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Fame and Honour guard my heart,
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That for brave Old Scotland s good,
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Some brave action may deserve my bloud:
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Nought shall appear of Famale fear,
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Fighting by his side I love so dear;
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All the world shall own, that ne're was known
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Sik a pretty lass this thousand year,
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Now in Noble Armour bright
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I with Couragious heart will fight,
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Fear of death shall ne're my courage stain,
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King William's Rights I will maintain:
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For the Glory of our Sex,
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We all the Ribles will perplex;
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And let them find that Women kind,
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Sometimes wenture with a Warlick mind:
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Age of old, our fame has told,
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Therefore I will never be controal'd;
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By friend or foe, I'le freely go,
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Never was a Trooper armed so.
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I'le a Helmet then put on,
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Armed like a valint Warlick man,
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Plates of Steel stall guard my back and Breast,
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Carrabines and Pistols I'le protest,
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In my hand I'le cock and prime,
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Now and for ever is the time:
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While I thus am mounted Cap-a-pee,
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Warlik thunder shall my Musick be,
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Let smoak arrise and dim the Skies
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While we do pursue the Warlike prize;
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Lawrels shall Crown with true renown,
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The victory in City, Court and Town.
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Mars the God of War shall lead,
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The Army that will fight and bleed,
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E're our Foes shall hope to win the day,
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Therefore let us march with-speed away;
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Hark! I hear the Trumpets sound,
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We shall all be with Conquest crown'd;
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Let the Rebels brag and boast,
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Death in Nriumph shall ride through the hoast
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Glory and fame shall then proclaim,
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The actions of a valiant warlike Dame;
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If foes draw nigh, I'le scorn to flee,
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With my dearest Love I'le live and die.
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HAst thou such a valiant heart,
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To fight and take the Nations part,
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By the side of Jockey thy deliyht,
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For to put the Enemy to the flight?
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I thy courage must commend,
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Yet like a true entire friend,
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I would have thee stay at home, said he,
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For the wart are most unfit for thee,
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Moggy you are youthfull and fair,
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Therefore can thy tender nature bear
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The skrichs and cries which fills the skies,
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As the Enemy we do surprize?
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Love, said he, the loud Alarms
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In midst of night to Arms to Arms,
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Will it not affrighten thee my dear,
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Should you such a suden Alarum hear,
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And before the break of day,
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Many a valiant Souldier may,
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Ly in streams of reeking purple gore
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Therefore Moggie whom I do adore,
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Should'st thou be slain and I remain,
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It would fill my heart with mickle pain,
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She did reply, happy am I
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If I in the Bed of Honour die.
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