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The famous Woman-Drummer
Or the valiant proceedings of a Maid which was in love with a Souldier,
and how she went with him to the wars, and also of many brave actions that she
performed after he had made her his wife, shal here be exprest in this ensuing
Ditty. to the tune af wet and weary.

OF a Maiden that was deep in love
with a Souldier brave and bold sir,
Ile tel you here as true a tale
as ever hath been told sir:
And what brave actions she performd
after she was his wife sir.
And how she did behave her selfe
to save her husbands life sir:
She marcht with him in wet and dry,
in Winter and in Summer,
For he was then a Musketier,
and she became a Drummer.

When first this couple fell in love,
a bargain she did make sir,
That when that he had need of her
she would not him forsake sir:
And so they went for two Comrades
most lovingly together,
And plaid their parts most actively,
like two Birds of one feather:
she marcht with him in wet and dry,
in winter, etc.

She had got mans apparrel on,
gay doublet and brave hose sir,
And manfuly she beat her Drum,
her enemies to oppose sir:
And she was daintily bedeckt,
acording to her Colours,

And she was like a man indeed,
just to great Mars his followers:
she marcht with him in wet and dry, etc.

They have been both in Ireland,
in Spain and famous France sir,
where lustily she beat her Drum,
her honour to advance sir.
Whilst Canons roard and Bullets flye,
as thick as hail from Sky sir,
She never feard her forraign Foes
when her Comrade was nigh sir;
She stood the brunts in heat and cold,
in winter and in summer,
Her husband was a Muskettier,
and she was then a Drummer.

In every place where she did come,
she shewd herself so valiant,
And few men might, compare with her,
her actions were so gallant:
She manage could her sword full well,
and to advance a pike sir;
But for the beating of a Drum,
you seldome saw the like sir:
In frost and snow, in wet and dry,
in winter and in summer,
Her husband was a Muskettier,
and she a famous Drummer.

She beat with three men at one time,
and won of them a wager,
And had not one strange chance befell,
she should have been Drummajor:
Her belly it began to swell
and she grew plum and jolly
But she usd all the means she could,
whereby to hide her folly:
She marcht by day and watcht by night,
in winter and in summer,
And still they took her for a man,
she was so stout a Drummer.

In company she would merry be,
and sometimes sing a song sir,
And take Todacco oftentimes,
and drink strong Beer among sir:
If any one had angred her,
or done her any evill,
Sheed quickly make them for to know
they were better crosse the Devil:
Near Tower-hill sho quartered was
in famous London Citie,
But more strange newes I have to tell
before I end my Ditty.

For she was grown so big with child,
which made her fellows wonder,
And in a short time after that,
poor soul she fell asunder:
But when her painful hour approacht,
I doe not lie nor flatter,
The women cut her Codpeece point,
to see what was the matter.
But to be brief, it came to passe,
as I must tell you truly,
She was delivered of a son
the sixteenth day of July:

The women all were kind to her
whilst that she was in labour,
Because she was a Souldiers wife,
they shewd to her much favour:
They [f]urnisht her with every thing,
as [m]eat and drink and clothing,

For child-bed linnen and the like,
they let her want for nothing:
Her husband was a Muskettier,
and she a lusty Drummer,
It seems they soundly plaid their parts
in winter and in Summer.

Let no man nor no woman think
that she hath been dishonest,
But what she did was done in love,
as she before had promist.
To keep her husband comany,
the truth of all was so sir,
And pleasure him both day and night
where ever they did go sir:
Her husband was a Musketier,
and she a famous Drummer,
It seems they plyd their businesse well
in winter and in summer.

You Maidens all that hear this Song,
consider what is told here.
Concerning of this woman kind,
that dearly lovd a Souldier:
If you with Souldiers be in love,
I wish you to be loyal,
For they to you wil faithful prove,
if you put them to the trial:
Her husband was a Musketier,
and she a famous Drummer, etc.

For love is such a powerful thing,
if it be rightly given,
There cannot be a better gift
under the ropes of Heaven;
So now brave Souldiers all adieu,
remember what is spoken,
Come buy my songs and send them to
your Sweet-hearts for a token:
Her husband was a Musketier,
and she a warlike Drummer,
I would that I had such a Mate,
to walk with me this Summer.

Finis. L.P.
London printed for F. Coles, J. Wright, T. Vere, and W. Gilbertson

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