%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> THE / Farmers Son of Devonshire: / BEING / The Valiant Coronet's Return from Flanders, who endeavoured to persuade his / Brother Jack to forsake the Plow, and to take up Arms the next Spring; which he refu- / sed to do, because he was loath to leave his sweet Wife Joan. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 03/19/2016 35299

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R215742 WEll met Brother Jack, / I have been in Flanders, Houghton Library 25242.67 Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 64 THE / Farmers Son of Devonshire: / BEING / The Valiant Coronet's Return from Flanders, who endeavoured to persuade his / Brother Jack to forsake the Plow, and to take up Arms the next Spring; which he refu- / sed to do, because he was loath to leave his sweet Wife Joan. THE Farmers Son of Devonshire: BEING The Valiant Coronet’s Return from Flanders, who endeavoured to persuade his Brother Jack to forsake the Plow, and to take up Arms the next Spring; which he refu- sed to do, because he was loath to leave his sweet Wife Joan. THE Farmer's Son of Devonshire: BEING The Valiant Coronet's Return from Flanders, who endeavored to persuade his Brother Jack to forsake the Plow, and to take up Arms the next Spring; which he refused to do, because he was loath to leave his sweet Wife Joan. ?-? J. Deacon

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WEll met Brother Jack, I have been in Flanders, With valiant Commanders, And am return'd back to England again, Where a while I shall stay, And shall then march away; I'm an Officer now; Go with me dear Brother, Go with me dear Brother, and lay by the Plow.
I tell thee Old Boy, The Son of a Farmer In glittering Armour, May kill and destroy, as many proud French, As a 'Squire or Knight, Having Courage to fight, then Valiantly go In Arms like a Soldier, In Arms like a Soldier, to face the proud Foe.
But, dear Brother Will. you are a vine Vellow, and talk mighty Mellow, But what if they kill thy poor Brother Jack, By the Pounce of a Gun, If they shou'd I'm undone, and ruined quite, You know that I never, You know that I never, had Courage to fight. If you will advance in Arms like a Soldier, the Nation's Upholder, A fortunate Chance your Portion may be: All that goes are not slain, You may return again, with Victory here, There's no Men but Cowards, There's no Men but Cowards, are subject to fear. Each timorous Soul, when Trumpets are sounding, and Cannons rebounding, He fears no controul, nor Death in the least, When the Smoke do's arise, And darkens the Skies, we fall on amain; That Trophies of Honour, That Trophies of Honour, in Field we may gain. King William you know, in heat of the Battel, when Guns they do rattle, He venters also, then what shall we fear, When an Army is lead By a Crown'd Royal Head, it baffles all fear,
And makes Soldiers fire, And makes Soldiers fire, from the Front to the Rear. JACKs Answer. The King, I confess, he labours by power, the French to devour; Let Providence bless his conquering Arms: I wou'd do the same thing, If I were to be King, and make the French groan, Till then loving Brother, Till then, loving Brother, pray let me alone. The Enemies Men with Horror will fill me, perhaps they may kill me, And where am I then? this runs in my mind; Should I chance to be Lame, Will the Trophies of Fame keep me from sad Groans, A Fig for that Honour, A Fig for that Honour, which brings broken Bones. Such Honour I scorn, I'd rather be Mowing, nay, Plowing or Sowing, Or threshing of Corn, at home in a Barn, Then to leave Joan my Wife, And to loose my sweet Life, in Peace let me dwell; I am not for fighting, I am not for fighting, so Brother Farewell.
Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel in Gilt-spur-street, without Newgate.