An Excellent New SONG, Intituled,
Valiant Jockie
His LADIEs Resolution.
To be sung to its own proper Tune.
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VAliant Jockies march'd away,
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To fight a Battle with great Mackay;
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Leaving me poor Soul alas! forlorne,
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To curse the hour that ever I was born
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But I swear I'll follow too,
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And dearest Jockies Fate pursue;
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Near him be, to guard his precious Life,
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Never Scot had such a Loyal Wife.
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Sword I'le wear, I'le cut my hair;
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Tane my Cheeks that was so fair;
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In Souldiers weed to him I'le speed,
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Never such a Trooper crost the Tweide.
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Trumpet sound the victory,
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Sure I'le be kil'd, the nixt Dundee;
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Loves raging Fate doth all agree,
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To do some glorious act for me:
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Great Bellonia take my part,
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Fame and honour guard my Heart;
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That for poor old Scotlands good,
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Some brave Action may deserve my blood
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Nought shall appear, from all Fame I fear,
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Fighting by his side I lov'd so dear;
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All the World shal own that ne're was known
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Such a Loyal Lass this Thousand year.
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Now in Noble Armour bright,
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I with coragious Heart will fight;
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Fear of death shall ne're my courage stain,
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Our King's Right I will maintain:
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For the glory of our Sex,
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We all our Rebells shall perplex,
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And let them find that Women kind,
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Sometimes venture with a warlike mind,
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Age of old, our Fame has told,
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Therefore I shall never be controul'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 shall a helmet then put on,
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Armed like a valiant warlike Man;
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Plats of steel shall guard my Back and Breast,
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Carabines and Pistols I'le protest,
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In my Hand, I'le cock and prime,
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Now and forever is the time;
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While I am mounted thus Cappa pi;
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Warlike Thunder shall my Musick be:
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Let smoak arise and dim the Skies,
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While we pursue the warlike prize;
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Lauralls shall us 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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Our Army, that shall fight and Bleed;
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Or 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 be all with Conquests Crown'd;
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Let all my Foes brag and boast,
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Victory and Triumph shall ride through the Host
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Glory and Fame shall then proclaim
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The Actions of a warlik valiant Dame;
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If Foes draw nigh, I'le scorn't to Fly,
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But with my dearest Love I'le live and dye.
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