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Magdalene College - Pepys
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THE
Loyal Soldiers Courtship;
OR, Constant PEGGY's Kind Answer.
BEING
Her Resolution to Forsake her Friends, and venture to the Wars with
her Beloved Souldier.
To a Pleasant New Tune. Licensed according to Order.

UPon the Banks of Ireland,
when first we Landed there,
So cold was then our Lodging,
yet harder was our Fare;
For want of Meat and Drink, Sir,
our Men did pine and dye,
And I will no more go
into Dundaugh Camp to lye.

O come away, sweet Peggy,
and hear what I shall say,
We must for famous England,
there to receive our Pay:

Now for thy constant kindness,
I will love thee till I dye,
And I will no more go
into Dundaugh Camp to lye.

I'll take thee cross the Ocean,
unto my native Land,
And study thy Promotion,
then don't disputing stand;
These Arms shall still Embrace thee,
in Love and Constancy;
And I will no more go
into Dundaugh Camp to lye.

Sweet Souldier, since you Woo'd me,
my Friends have made a noise,
Then do not thus delude me,
with such fine Golden Joys,
For fear of Parents anger,
your Suit I must deny,
Although you will no more go
into Dundaugh Camp to lye.

What need you fear your Father
or Mothers angry Frowns?
My Hand and Sword shall Guard you
through Cities, Courts and towns:
For thee, my dearest Jewel;
I'll Fight until I dye;
And Love, I will no more go
into Dundaugh Camp to lye.

But Souldier, should you leave me,
when you another find,
This would perplex and grieve me,
should you prove so unkind:
Therefore I'm loath to v[e]nter,
your Suit I must deny;
Although you do no more go
into Dundaugh Camp to lye.

I cannot be so Cruel,
while I remain alive,
If I am false, sweet Jewel,
then never let me thrive:

I never will deceive thee,
but love thee till I dye;
Yet now I will no more go
into Dundaugh Camp to lye.

Souldier, as thou art Loyal,
what e're become of me,
I'll make no more denyal,
but through the World with thee:
My Fortune I will venter,
whether I live or dye,
The Field of Mars I'll enter,
where we in Camp will lye.

I'll leave my fond Relations,
my Parents dear also,
And unto Forreign Nations,
along with thee I'll go:
A Musquet on my Shoulder,
I'll bear right valiantly;
Thus as a fellow Souldier,
with thee I'll live and dye.

Let's go on Board together,
to Plow the Ocean Main,
I fear no Wind nor Weather,
Love, with the Warlike Train,
In France or famous Flanders,
where e're thy lot shall be,
Under those brave Commanders,
I'll live and dye with thee.


Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, and J. Back.

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