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112 MARY AMBKEE.
And when her false gunner, to spoyle her intent, 45 Away all her pellets and powder had sent, Straight with her keen weapon shee slasht him in
three : Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree ?
Being falselye betrayed for lucre of hyre,
At length she was forced to make a retyre; m
Then her souldiers into a strong castle drew
shee: Was riot this a brave bonny lassee, Mary Ambree ?
Her foes they besett her on everye side, As thinking close siege shee cold never abide; To beate down the walles they all did decree: 55 But stoutlye deifyd them brave Mary Ambree.
Then tooke shee her sword and her targett in
hand, And mounting the walls all undaunted did stand, There daring their captaines to match any
three: 0 what a brave captaine was Mary Ambree! 60
'J Now saye, English captainej what woldest thou
give To ransome thy selfe, which else must not live ? Come yield thy selfe quicklye, or slaine thou
must bee :" Then smiled sweetlye brave Mary Ambree. |
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