The valorous Acts performed at Gaunt,
By the brave bonny Lasse Mary Ambre; Who in revenge of her
Lovers death, did play her part most gallantly.
To the tune of, the Blind beggar,
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WHen Captain couragious, whom deeth coul'd not daunt,
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Had roundly besiged the City of Gaunt,
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And manly they marched by two and by three,
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But the formost in battell was mary Ambree.
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Thus being inforced to fight with their foes.
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On each side most fiercely they seemed to close,
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Each one fought for honour in every degree,
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But none so much won it as mary Ambree.
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When brave Serjeant Major was slain in the fight,
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Which was her own true Love, her joy and delight
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She swore unrevenged his blood should not be,
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Was not this a brave bonny Lasse, mary Ambree.
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She clothed herselfe from the top to the toe,
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With Buffe of the bravest most seemly to show:
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A fair shirt of Male over that slipped she,
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Was not this a brave bonny Lasse, mary Ambree.
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A Helmet of proofe she put on her head,
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A strong armed Sword she girt on her side:
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A faire goodly Gautlet on her right hand wore she,
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Was not this a brave bonny Lasse, mary Ambree,
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Then took she her Sword and her Target in hand;
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And called all those that would be of her Band,
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To wait on her person ther came thousands three
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Was not this a brave bonny Lasse, mary Ambree.
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Before you shall perish the worst of you all,
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Or come to any danger of enemies thrall:
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This hand and this life of mine shall set you free,
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Was not this a brave bonny Lasse, mary ambree;
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The Drums & the Trumpets did sound out alarme
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And many a hundred did lose leg and arme:
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And many a thousand she brought on their knee,
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Was not this a brave bonny Lasse, mary Ambree;
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THe skie she then filled with smoak of her shot
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And her enimies bodies with bullets most hot
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For one of her owne men a score killed she,
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Was not this a brave bonny Lasse, Mary Ambree?
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But then her false Gunner did spoyle her intent.
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Her Powder and Bullets away he had sent:
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And then with her weapon she slasht him in three,
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Was not this a brave bonny Lasse, Mary Ambree?
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Then took she her Castle where she did abide,
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Her enimies besiged on every side,
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To beate downe her Castle walles they did agree,
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And all was to overcome Mary Ambree?
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Then took she her Sword and Target in hand
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And upon her brave Castle walls stoutly did stand,
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So daring the Captains to match any three,
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And what a brave Captaine was Mary Ambee?
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At her then they smilled not thinking in heart,
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That she could have performed so valorous a part:
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The one said to the other we shortly shall see,
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This gallant brave Captaine before us to flee,
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Why, who doe you think me or take me to be,
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Unto these brave Souldiers so valient spake she?
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A Knight Sir of England and Captain quoth they
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Whom shortly we meane to take prisoner away.
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No Captain of England behould in your sight,
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Two brest in on bosom and therefore no Knight:
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No Knight Sir of England, nor Captain quoth she,
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But even a poore bonny Lasse, Mary Ambree.
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But art thou a woman, as thou dost declare;
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That hast made us thus spend our armor in war,
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The like in our times we never did see,
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And therefore we'l honour brave Mary Ambree.
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The Prince of great Parma heard of her renown,
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Who long had advanced for Englands faire Crown,
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In token he sent her a Glove and a Ring,
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And said she should be his Bride at his wedding.
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Why ho doth he thinke me or take me to be,
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Though he be a Prince, and of great dignity,
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It shall never be said in England so free,
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That a stranger did marry with mary Ambree.
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Then unto faire England she back did returne,
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Still holding the Foes of brave England in scorne,
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In valour no woman was ever like she,
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Was not this a brave bonny Lasse Mary Ambree?
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In this womans praises, Ile here end my Son[g]
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Whose heart was approved in valour most s[trong]
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Let all sorts of people whatever they be
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Sing forth the great valours of Mary Am[bree]
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