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T38731 GOod Your Worship cast an Eye, / Upon a Soldiers misery; Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 460 3: 461 The Low=Country Soldier: / Or, His humble Petition at his return into England, / after his bold Adventures in Bloody Battles. The Low-Country Soldier: Or, His humble Petition at his return into England, after his bold Adventures in Bloody Battles. The Low Country Soldier: Or, His humble Petition at his return into England, after his bold Adventures in Bloody Battles. ?-?

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GOod Your Worship cast an Eye, Upon a Soldiers misery; Let not these lean Cheeks I pray, Your Worships Bounty from me stay, but like a noble Friend, some silver Lend, And Jove shall pay You in the End: But I will pray that Fate, May make You Fortunate, In Heaven or in some Earthly state, To beg I neer was bred, kind sir, Which makes me blush, to keep this stir But tho I rove from place to place, For to make known my woeful case: For I am none of those, that a Roving goes; and in rambling shew their drunken blows
for all that they have got. is by banging of the Pot, in wrangling who should pay the Shot. Olympick Games i oft have seen, And in brave Battles have i been; The Cannons there aloud did Roar, My proffer high was evermore: for out of a Bravado, when in a Barricado, by tossing of a Hand-Granado, Death then was very near, When it took away this Ear; But Yet, thank God, im here, im here, And at the siega of Buda, there, i was blown up into the Air, from whence i tumbled down again, and lay a while among the slain,
Yet rather than be beat, i got upon my feet, and made the Enemy retreat; Myself and seven more, We fought Eleven score, The Rogues were neer so thrashd before. I have at least a Dozen times, been blown up by these Roguish Mines, Twice thro the Skull have i been shot, That my brains do boil like any Pot, such Dangers have i past, at first and at last, as would make Your Worship sore aghast And there i lay for dead, till the Enemy were fled, And then they carried me home to Bed At push of Pike i lost this Eye, And at Birgam Siege i broke this Thigh; At Ostend like a warlike Lad, i laid about as i were mad: but little would You think that eer i had been, such a Good old Soldier of the Queens: But if Sir Francis Vere Were living now and here, He would tell You hnow i flashd em there. The Hollanders my fury know, full oft with them ive dealt a blow, Then did i take a warlike Dance, Quite thro Spain and into france; and there i spent a flood of very Noble Blood, Yet all would do but little good, for Now i am come home, With my rags upon my Bum, And crave of Your worship one small Sum.
AND Now my case You understand, Pray lend to me Your helping hand, A little thing would Pleasure me, To keep in mind Your Charity; it is Not Bread and Cheese, Nor Barley Lees, Or any such like Scraps as these, But what i beg of You, is a Shilling ONE or two, Kind Sir, Your Purse Strings pray undo. EPILOGUE. HAVE i spent all MY Days in bloody Wars, thus slashd carbonadod & cut out in scars Have i danced oer the ice marchd thro the dirt Without either Hat, Hose, Shoe, or Shirt; And must i now Beg, Bow, troop, trud and trot, To every Pagan and poor Peasant Sot? No! by this Hand and Sword Not i That Mans not fit to live, that fears to Die, ill Purse it then, the Highway is MY hope; His Hearts Not big, that fears a little Rope, --Stand, & Deliver, sir-- Here boy, take MY Horse, walk him if thourt able, Lead him a turn or two, and put him into stable As for You Mrs. Minks, dont at me Jeer. To Night for supper let me have good Cheer; MY Pheasant MY fowls, choice of other Birds, ill Not be fed with Apple-PYE Cheese & Curds As for Your Swines flesh ill eat None, Unless it be a Roast Pig, & then i may pick a bone The rest my Boy shall transport into his Snapsack, and so we are prepared for the next Rendez- vous.