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MART AMBREE. |
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Still formost in battell myselfe will I bee:" Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree ?
Then cryed out her souldiers, and loude they did say, 25
" Soe well thou becomest this gallant array, Thy harte and thy weapons so well do agree, Noe mayden was ever like Mary Ambree."
Shee cheared her souldiers, that foughten for life, 30 With ancyent and standard,with drum and with fife, With brave clanging trumpetts, that sounded so
free; Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree ?
" Before I will see the worst of you all To come into danger of death or of thrall, This hand and this life I will venture so free:" as Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree ?
Shee ledd upp her souldiers in battaile array, Gainst three times theyr number by breake of
the daye; Seven howers in skirmish continued shee: Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree? *o
She filled the skyes with the smoke of her shott, And her enemyes bodyes with bullets so hott; For one of her owne men a score killed shee: Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree ? |
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