IN Yorkshire late, happen'd a desperat Fight,
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Betwixt a Jacobite Lady, and a Williamite:
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It was fought with such Courage no Man could do more,
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Nor the like was e'er fought by two Women before:
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For each met in the Field with the Swords by their side,
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Resolving the same should their Quarrel decide.
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It was after this manner this Frey did begin,
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At a Knights House in Yorkshire, at a Merry Meeting,
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Where many Ladies and Gentlemen dine,
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When Dinner was over then round went the wine;
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For each drank at that time for their share a whole Quart
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Then a Bumper went round for a Health at a Draught,
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Says the Jacobite Lady, Here's a health to our King:
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Says the Williamite Lady, That Health I'le begin;
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In the Field he's a Monarch that's Valiant and Brave,
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And has ventur'd His Life these Three Kingdoms to save;
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So Madam success to King William I say,
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And to all his Brave Forces by Land and by Sea.
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The Jacobite Lady being put to a stand,
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[S]he strake off the Glass and the Wine from her Hand,
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[A]nd call'd her a Rebel, yea Heretick too,
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[?] a Bottle to give her a blow;
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[?]e did hinder her furious design,
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[?]ould perswade her to Friendship that time,
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[?]g they did could her Passion asswage,
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[?] in a fury, and went in a rage,
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[?]ng she wrote a Letter with speed:
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[?] Williamite Lady the same once did read
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[?] she was challeng'd a Sword she must bring,
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[?] for her Drinking a health to our King.
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[?]it of her Brothers Cloaths she did put on,
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[?]ord by her side, so she marched alone,
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[?]her bold Challenge her fairly to Fight,
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[?]d that she feared not any Jacobite.
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[?] for King William, thus the Jacobite cry'd,
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[?] and will be while I live, she repli'd.
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[?]ou and I must have a Trial of Skill,
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[?]see I'm prepared to be killed or to kill,
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The[?]avely they pusht at each other I say,
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Till the Jacobite Lady was forc'd to give way,
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With their glittering Swords they bravely did push,
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Till the Jacobite Lady fell back in a Bush.
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Then a Man that did spy them came running in hast,
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And held as he thought a young Man by the Waist,
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While the Lady that's wounded lay blooding did cry,
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I'm wounded, come help me, or else I shall die.
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And had not this Brother come by as he did,
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This secret from me had forever been hid.
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