The Female Warrior.
Relating how a Woman in Mans attire, got an Ensigns place: and so continued till the ne-
cessity of making use of a Midwife discover'd her.
This valiant Amazon with courage fill'd,
For to Display her Colours was well skill'd,
Till pregnant nature did her Sex discover,
She fell a pieces, and was made a Mother.
Tune of, I am a jovial Batchelor.
With Allowance.
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COme all you jovial buxome Girls
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attend me here awhile,
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Here is a pleasant Story that
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perhaps will make you smile:of a valiant Amazon,
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whose Courage was most free,
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To take up Arms, and march along
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out of the North Country.
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The Company to London came,
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to quarter there a space,
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And all the while this noble Girl,
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supply'd the Ensigns place:
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And when that she did march along,
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there's none did her suspect,
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Although she lay upon the Guard,
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and never did neglect.
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Her mild behaviour and sweet face,
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much favour did her gain,
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She acted nothing that was base,
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whilst she did there remain:
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But for the love of a dear friend,
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disguised she would go:
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To try her Fortune to the end,
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against the daring Foe.
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You know what strange effects this love
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in many a one hath wrought,
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To dangers, and to perrils great,
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it often hath them brought;
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But yet they valu'd not the same,
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no more did this brave Lass,
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Who though she was a jovial Dame,
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did for an Ensign pass.
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HEr colours bravely to display,
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she often had the luck,
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And was at push of Pike some say,
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as good as ever struck:
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To fold her Arms, and furl the Flag
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she was expert and quick,
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And never was a bungler found
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at any pritty trick.
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To play a game at Cards or Dice,
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to pass the time away,
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Or any Gentile exercise,
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she never would say nay:
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But for a Bottle of the best,
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her little heart to cheer,
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She smiling, often would protest
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she loved it most dear.
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When she amongst young gallants came,
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she often was afraid,
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Least in their wanton talk she should
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by blushes be betraid;
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But custome made her at the length
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so confident and free,
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She did presume upon her strength,
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she could not daunted be.
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Unto the wars she was inclin'd,
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being of courage bold,
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And always bore a stately mind,
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she scorn'd to be controul'd.
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When Mars and Venus conjuct were,
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thought that she was born,
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Which is an evidence most clear,
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that some must wear the Horn.
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Thus cunningly the time she past,
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and none did her detect,
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Until the Souldiers at the last
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began for to suspect:
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And by some certain signs in short,
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they plainly did perceive
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Their Ensign Metamorphosed,
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and did them all deceive.
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To make the case more evident,
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and cause it to be known,
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Her growing belly forced her
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to lay the Colours down:
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Unhappy chance it was alas,
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and sore it did her vex,
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Because that she, was found to be,
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one of the Female Sex.
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And now her groaning time being come,
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a Midwife was prepar'd,
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She could not march by beat of Drum,
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nor mount the Court of Guard:
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For why she did in pieces fall,
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here one part, there another,
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Did ever any know the like,
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an Ensigne made a Mother.
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Thus have you heard, as I conceive,
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a Story strange and true,
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And verily I do believe,
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the like you seldom knew:
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Now all that ever can be said,
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she was a jovial Lass,
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(Had not her Belly, her betraid)
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as ever any was.
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