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 qui[c]kly obtained,
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and then there was sport upon sp[o]rt.
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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 vowd 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 endud 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 Case 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 wel declare our condition,
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quoth Jude let this be agreed.
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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 cu[t]e 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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wel 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 you[n]g 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 a[l]l the whole train,
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Did sound fo[r]th their sorrowful Ditty,
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and weepi[n]g 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 S[i]sters why should we be daunted,
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and Jude was just of that mind,
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W[e] will not with sorrows be haunted,
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for once being loving and kind.
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Wel leave it Girls when we grow older,
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now since 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 foll[o]w my kind exhortation,
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and on it wel set a good face,
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Wel fear not the Worlds exc[l]amation,
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a fig for the thoughts of disgrace.
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