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But at laft they gave a shout,

Which ecchoed through the sky,

God, and St. George for England!
The conquerers did cry.

This news was brought to England
With all the speed might be,
And foon our gracious queen was told
Of this fame victory:

O this is brave lord Willoughbey,
My love that ever won,

Of all the lords of honour

'Tis he great deeds hath done.

To th' fouldiers that were maimed,
And wounded in the fray,
The queen allow'd a pension
Offifteen pence a day,

And from all costs and charges

She quit and fet them free, And this fhe did all for the fake Of brave lord Willoughbey.

Then courage, noble Englishmen
And never be dismaid,

If that we be but one to ten,
We will not be afraid

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To fight with foraign enemies,

And fet our nation free:

And thus I end the bloody bout

Of brave lord Willoughbey.

THE BONNY EARL OF MURRAY,

E highlands, and ye lawlands,

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Oh! whair hae

ye been?
They hae flaine the earl of Murray,
And hae layd him on the green.

Now wae be to thee, Huntley!
And whairfore did you fae?
I bade you bring him wi' you,
But forbade you him to flay.

He was a braw gallant,

And he rid at the ring;

And the bonny earl of Murray,

Oh! he might hae been a king's

He was a braw gallant,

And he playd at the ba';

And the bonny earl of Murray

Was the flower anfong them a”.

He was a braw gallant,

And he playd at the gluve;
And the bonny earl of Murray,
Oh! he was the queenes luve.

Oh! lang will his lady

Luke owre the caille downe,
Ere the fee the earl of Murray
Cum founding throw the towne.

MARY AMBREE.

WHEN captaines couragious, whom death colde

not daunte,

Did march to the fiege of the cittye of Gaunte,
They muftred their fouldiers by two and by three,
And formoft in battele was Mary Ambree.

When brave Sir John Major was flaine in her fight,
Who was her true lover, her joy, and delight,
Because he was flaine moft treacherouflie,
Then vowd to revenge him Mary Ambree.

She clothed herfelfe from the top to the toe
In buffe of the bravest, most seemelye to fhowe;
A faire fhirt of male then flipped on shee;
Was not this a brave bonny lafs, Mary Ambree?

A helmett of proofe fhee ftrait did provide,
A ftrong arminge fword fheegirt by her fide,
On her hand a goodly faire gauntlett had shee:
Was not this a brave bonny lass, Mary Ambree.

Then tooke fhee her fworde and her targett in hand,
Bidding all fuch as wolde, bee of her band;
To wayt on her perfon came thousand and three:
Was not this a brave bonny lass, Mary Ambree?

My fouldiers fo valiant and faithfull, fhe fayd,
Nowe followe your captaine, no longer a mayd;
Still formoft in battel myfelfe will I bee:

Was not this a brave bonny laffe, Mary Ambree?

Then cryed out her fouldiers, and thus they did fay,
Soe well thou becomeft this gallant array,
Thy harte and thy weapons foe well doc agree,
Noe may den was ever like Mary Ambree.

Shee cheared her fouldiers, that foughten for life,
With ancyent and ftandard, with drum and with fife,
With brave clanging trumpetts, that founded fo free;
Was not this a brave bonny laffe, Mary Ambree?

Before I will fee the wort of you all

To come into danger of death, or of thrall,
This hand and this life I will venture fo free;
Was not this a brave bonny laffe, Mary Ambree?

Shee led upp her fouldiers in battel arraye,

Gainft three times they r number by breake of the daye; Seven howers in fkirmish continued fhee:

Was not this a brave bonny laffe, Mary Ambree?

She filled the fkyes with the smoke of her shott,
And her enemyes bodyes with bulletts foe hott;
For one of her owne men a fcore killed fhee:
Was not this a brave bonny laffe, Mary Ambree?

And when her falfe gunner, to fpoyle her intent,
Away all her pelletts and powder had spent,
Straight with her keen weapon fhee flasht him in three:
Was not this a brave bonny laffe, Mary Ambree?

Being falfelye betrayed for lucre of hyre,
At length fhe was forced to make a retyre;
Then her foldiers into a strong castle drew shee;
Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree?

Her foes they befett her on every fide,
As thinking close fiege fhee cold never abide;
To beate down her walles they all did decree;
But ftoutlye deffyd them brave Mary Ambree.

Then tooke fhee her fword and her targett in hand,
And mounting the walls all undaunted did stand,
There daring the captaines to match any three;
O what a brave captaine was Mary Ambree!

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