THE
Maiden-WARRIER:
OR,
The Damsels Resolution to Fight in Field, by the side of
Jockey her entire Love.
To an Excellent New Tune . Licensed according to Order.
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V Aliant Jockey 's march'd away,
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To fight the Foe, with Great Mackay ;
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Leaving me poor Soul, alas! forlorn,
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To curse the hour I e'er was born:
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But Ile swear Ile follow-too,
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And dearest Jockey 's Fate pursue,
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Near him be to Guard his precious Life,
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Never Scot had like a Loyal Wife:
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Swor'd Ile wear, Ile cut my Hair,
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Tann my Cheeks that once were thought so fair,
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In Soldiers Weed to him Ile speed,
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Never like a Trooper crost the Tweed .
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Trumpet sound a Victory,
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Ile kill my self the next Dundee ;
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Love and Rage, and Fate do's all agree,
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To do some Glorious thing by me:
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Great Bellona take my part,
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Fame and Glory steel my Heart,
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That for our bonny Scotland 's geud,
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Some brave Action may deserve my Bloud:
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Nought shall appear of Female fear,
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Fighting by his side I love so dear;
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All the World shall own, that ne'er was known
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Sike a pretty Lass this thousand Year,
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Fow in Noble Armour bright;
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Ile with Couragious Heart will fight;
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Fear of Death shall ne'er my Courage stain,
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King William 's Rights Ile will Maintain:
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For the Glory of our Sex,
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Ile aw the Rebles will perplex,
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And let them find that Women-kind,
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Sometimes venture with a Warlike mind:
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Age of Old, our Fame has told,
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Therefore Ile will never be controul'd;
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By Friend or Foe, Ile freely goe,
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Never was a Trooper armed so.
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Ile a Helmet will put on,
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Like a right Valiant Warlike Man,
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Plates of Steel shall guard my Back and Breast,
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Carbines and Pistols Ile protest,
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In my hand Ile cock and prime,
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Now and for ever is the time:
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While I thus am mounted Cap-a-pee,
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Warlike Thunder shall my Musick be,
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Let smoke arise and dim the Skies,
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While we do pursue the Warlike prize;
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Lawrels shall Crown with true Renown,
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The Victory in City, Court and Town.
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Mars the God of War shall lead
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The Army, that will fight and bleed,
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E'er our Foe shall hope to win the day,
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Therefore let us march with speed away;
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Hark! Ile hear the Trumpets sound,
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We shall be aw with Conquest Crown'd;
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Let the High-land Rebels brag and boast,
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Death in Triumph shall ride through their Ho[st]
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Glory and Fame shall then Proclaim
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Th' Actions of a valient Warlike Dame
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If Foes draw nigh, I scorn to flye,
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With my dearest Love Ile live and dye.
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H Ast thou such a valiant heart,
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To fight and take the Nations part,
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By the side of Jockey thy delight,
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For to put the Enemy to flight?
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I thy Courage must commend,
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Yet like a true entire Friend,
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I would have thee stay at home, said he,
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For the Wars are most unfit for thee;
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Moggy you are youthfull and fair,
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Therefore cann't thy tender Nature bear
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The Shrieks and Cries which fills the Skies,
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As the Enemy we do surprize.
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Love, said he, the loud Alarms
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In midst of night to Arms to Arms,
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Will it not affrighten thee, my dear,
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Should you such a sudden Alarm hear,
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And before the break of day,
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Many a valient Souldier may,
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Lie in streams of reeking purple Gore,
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Thereofre Moggy whom I do adore,
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Should she be slain and I remain,
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It would fill my Heart with muckle pain,
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She did reply, happy am I
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If I in the Bed of Honour die.
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