The Valiant Commander, with his Resolute Lady.
SHEWING,
A brief Discourse of a Commander bold,
Who had a wife was worth her weight in gold;
She bravely fought to save her Husbands life,
Let all men judge, was not this a Valiant Wife?
To a New Northern Tune, called, I would give ten thousand pounds, etc. or Ned Smith.
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GAllants come list a while,
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a Story I shall tell,
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Of a Commander bold,
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and what to him befell,
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He was besieged round,
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in Chester City fair,
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His Lady being with him
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which fill'd his heart with care
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This unto her he said,
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dearest come thou to me,
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I would give ten thousand pound
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thou wert in Shrewsbury.
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O my own hearts delight,
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my joy and Turtle-Dove,
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More dear then mine own life,
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heavens know I do thee love.
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Those beautious looks of thine,
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my sences set on fire,
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Yea though I love thee well,
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thy absence I desire,
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This unto her he said, etc.
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Thy fair red coloured cheeks,
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and thy bright shining eye,
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Makes me always inflam'd,
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with thy sweet company.
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Thy breath smells far more sweet
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then doth sweet Frankincence,
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And yet for all those Fumes,
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I wish thee farther hence,
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This makes me sing and say, etc.
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Look how my Uncle stands,
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I dare not him come near,
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Because I love the King,
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and am a Cavalier,
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Yet for my Lady and her Son,
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my heart doth bleed for thee,
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I would give ten thousand pound
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they were in Shrewsbury,
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They were in Shrewsbury,
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some comfort for to find,
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Amongst the Cavaliers,
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to ease a troubled mind.
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My heart bleeds in my breast,
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for my fair Ladies sake,
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And how to save her life,
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I know no course to take:
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Hark how the drums do beat,
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and warlike Trumpets sound,
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See how the Musqueteers
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have now begirt us round.
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The Souldiers they cry out,
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kill, kill, no quarter give,
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What hopes then can I have.
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that my true Love should live.
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WHen he thus spoken had,
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his Lady he forsook,
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And with a manly heart,
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his sword in hand he took,
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Farewel my Lady dear,
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now will I bandie blows,
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And fight myself to death
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among'st my desperate foes,
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Dearest farewel from me,
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farewel farewel from me,
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I would give ten thousand pound
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thou wert in Shrewsbury.
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His Lady seeing then,
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the danger they were in,
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She like a Souldier bold,
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nobly then did begin,
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My trusty Love (quoth she)
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since thou so valiant art,
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Whate're becomes of me,
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stoutly i'le take thy part.
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Dearest cast care away,
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let kisses comfort thee,
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Thou and i'le ne'r depart,
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i'le live and dye with thee.
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Put me on Mans attire,
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give me a Souldiers Coat,
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I'le make King Charles his foes,
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quickly to change their note,
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Cock your match, prime your pan
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let piercing bullets flye,
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I do not care a Pin,
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whether I live or dye.
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Dearest cast care away,
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let kisses comfort thee,
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Thou and i'le ne'r depart,
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i'le live and dye with thee.
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She took a Musquet then,
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and a sword by her side,
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In disguise like a man
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her valour so she try'd,
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And with her true-love she,
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march'd forth couragiously,
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And made away with speed,
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quite through the Enemy,
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Dearest cast care away,
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let kisses comfort thee,
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Thou and i'le ne'r depart,
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i'le Live and Dye with thee.
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These Souldiers brave and bold,
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behav'd themselves so well,
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That all the Northern parts,
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of their desarts can tell.
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Thus have you heard the News,
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of a most valiant wight,
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And of his Lady brave,
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how stoutly she did fight,
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Dearest cast care away,
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let kisses comfort thee,
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Thou and i'le ne'r depart,
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I'le live and dye with thee.
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