A new Ballad of the Souldier and Peggy
To a new Northern tune.
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IT was a brave Souldier,
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that long liv'd in wars,
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He would into England,
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to try his affairs.
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A gallant young Creature,
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inchanted his eye,
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It is for thy love Peggy,
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I dye I dye.
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She had a good husband,
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that loved her well,
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For Gold and for Silver,
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none did her excell,
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Yet Peggy would listen,
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unto the Souldiers cry,
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It is for thy love Peggy,
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I dye I dye.
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O pretty Pegyy
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let soorows remove,
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And grant me a kiss,
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in token of Love,
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O take a thousand,
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one is but a few,
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Ile leave my own husband,
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to Travell with you.
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O pretty Peggy
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if thou wilt be mine,
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All the gold that I get
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it shall be thine.
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Father nor Mother
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thou'se never see more,
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If thou wilt go over Sea,
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with a Souldier.
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So took the keys from her side
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to her chest she is gone.
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All the gold that she hath
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with her she hath tane.
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She left the Babe motherlesse,
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and the Bed bare,
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And she is gone over Sea,
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with a Souldier.
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As Peg and Souldier,
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went over the plain,
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He twinkled at her,
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and she smiled again
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He Courted her bravely,
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as young men should do,
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And after said Peggy,
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I love none but you,
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As Peggy went up the street,
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so went she down,
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All that did meet her,
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as'k where she was bound.
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She answered them quickly,
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she could not tell where,
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For she is gone over Sea,
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with a Souldier.
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Her husband came home,
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so late in the night,
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He asked for Peggy.
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his joy and delight.
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They answered him quickly,
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they could not tell where.
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For she was gone over Sea,
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with a Souldier.
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HE sadled his Horse
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and rid to the shore,
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Thinking to take Peggy
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before she got o're
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He asked for Peggy
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but she was not there,
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For she was gone over Sea
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with a Souldier,
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I pray you good Nurse
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be good to my child,
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And thou'se have thy mony
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at every months end,
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Thouse never want mony,
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wine nor good cheere,
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Though Peggy be over Sea
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with a Souldier.
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He cursed the Carpenter
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that made the Ship,
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And likewise the Plummer
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for pluming so deep.
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He banned the wind
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and the water so clear,
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That carried Peg over Sea
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with a Souldier.
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She had not been over Sea
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passing Months three,
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But she would go home again
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if it might be,
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To speak with her husband
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the matter to clear,
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Cause she had bin over Sea
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with a Souldier.
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This wanton young woman
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is come home again,
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When all her mony.
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and coyn it is gone.
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For she could no longer,
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in Ireland stay,
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For she had no gold,
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nor mony to pay.
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I pray you good husband,
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will you for forgive me,
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And all that's amiss,
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amended shall be.
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Ile live with my husband,
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and Baby so dear.
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And Ile never go again,
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with a Souldier.
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Come hither sweet Peggy,
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thou art welcome to me,
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So all thats amiss,
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amended may be.
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I pray God forgive my sins,
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and Ile forgive thee,
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If thoult live at home.
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with my baby and me.
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All you good wives,
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that hears this my song.
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Live at home with your husbands
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and do them no wrong.
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For youth it is wanton,
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and will have a stain,
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And Peggy is at home,
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with her husband again.
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And thus of my song,
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I will make and end,
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Praying for Gods favour,
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for women and men.
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Desiring them all,
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in their Country to stay,
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And never to wander,
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so Vainly away.
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