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EBBA 34285

National Library of Scotland - Rosebery
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THE
LIGGAR LADY,
OR, THE
LADIES LOVE
TO A
SOLDIER.
To the Tune, of Mount the Baggage, etc.

I Will away, and I will not tarry,
I will away with a Sojor Laddy;
I'le mount my Baggage and make it ready,
I will away with a Sojor Laddy;
Ile mount my Baggage and make it ready,
Come well, come woe, I'le be a Sojors Lady.
In Camps, or Duels, Fights I will be ready,
On behind, and be his Liggar Lady;
In cold Nights, I'le lay me down beside him,
And I'le make my Petticoat a Tent to hide him,
I'le mount my Baggage and make it ready,
Come well, come woe, I[']le be a Sojors Lady.
In England, France, Germany and Holland,
In Flanders, Spain, Italy and Polland;
Ther's nothing stay me, Bloody Wars, or Fighting,
I will away with him whom I delight in;
I'le mount my Baggage and make it ready,
Come well, come woe, I'le be a Sojors Lady.
In the mid'st of Battles, where the Guns do blatter,
The Cannons roar, and the Swords do clatter;
I will not fear, nor shall my Courage fail me,
Though Horse and Foot, and dead men lie before me?
I'le mount my Baggage and make it ready,
Come well, come woe, I'le be a Sojors Lady.
When our Camps are set, and in the Fields are Trenched
I'le wait on him, and see his Wounds be Paunced?
If Linnens lack, I in my smoak will wrap him,
And I'le make my Pitticoat a Quilt to hap him;
I'le mount my Baggage and make it ready,
Come well, come woe, I'le be a Sojors Lady.
In Mens Attire I'le dress myself in order,
With a Baver Hat well Lac'd about the Border?
A Scarlet Coat, and Vest laid o're with Laces,
Sure I shall be a Honour to all Lasses;
I'le mount my Baggage and make it ready,
Come well, come woe, I'le be a Sojors-Lady.
With a Scarlet Coat, and a Cap and Feather.
My Shield and Buckler, Musket on my shoulder;
My Bandiliers, and Knap sack as a Cadie,
I will away with a Sojor Laddy;
I'le mount my Baggage and make it ready,
I will away with a Sojor-Laddy.
Sure if we die, we shall die in Honour,
Fighting for Love under our Princes Banner;
In heart in hand, well through the World together,
Till Death us part there's nothing shall us sunder,
I'le mount my Baggage, and make it ready,
In spite of Fate I'le be a Sojors-Lady.


FINIS.

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