The valiant Commander, with his resolute LADY. Shewing,
A brief discourse of a Commander bold,
Who had a wife was worth her weight in gold,
She bravely Fought to save her Husbands life,
Let all men judge, was not this a valia
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To a new Northern tune, called, I would give ten thousand pounds she were in Shrewsbury. Or, Ned Smith.
GAllants come list a while
a story I shall tell,
Of a Commander bold,
and what to him befell,
He was besieged round,
in
Chester Citie fair.
His Lady being with him,
which fil'd his heart with care,
This unto her he said
dearest come thou to me,
I would give ten thousand pound
thou wert in Shrewsbury.
O my own hearts delight,
my joy and Turtle Dove,
More dear then mine own life,
heavens know I do thée love,
Those beautious looks of thine,
my sences set on fire,
Yea though I love thee well,
thy absence I desire.
Dearest come thou to me, &c.
Thy fair red coloured cheeks,
and thy bright shining eye,
Makes me alwayes inflam'd
with thy sweet companie.
Thy breath smells far more sweet,
then doth sweet frankincense
And yet for all those fames
I wish thee farther hence.
This makes me sing and say, &c.
Look how my Vncle stands
I dare not come him neer,
Because I love the King
and am a Cavalear,
Yet for my Ladie and her son,
my heart doth bleed for thee,
I would give ten thousand pound
they were in
Shrewsbury.
They were in Shrewsbury,
some comfort for to find,
Amongst the Cavaleers
to ease a troubled mind.
My heart bléeds in my brest,
for my fair Ladies sake,
And how to save her life,
I know no course to take
Mark how the drums do beat
and warlike Trumpets sound,
See how the Musqueteers
have now begirt us round.
They Souldies they cry out,
kill, kill, no quarter give,
What hopes then can I have;
that my true love should live.
WHen he thus spoken had,
his Ladie be forlook,
And with a manly heart
his sword in hand he took,
Farewell my Lady dear,
now will I bandie blows,
And fight my self to death,
amongst my desprate foes,
Dearest farewell from me,
dearest farewell from me,
I would give ten thousand pound,
thou wert in Shrewsbury.
His Ladie séeing then,
the danger they were in,
She like a Souldier bold,
noblie then did begin
My trustie love quoth she
since thou so valiant art
What are becomes of me,
stoutly Ile take thy part.
Dearest cast care away,
let kisses comfort thee,
Thou and Ile nere depart,
Ile live and die with thee.
Put me on mans attire,
give me a souldiers Coat,
Ile make King
Charls his foes,
quickly to change their note.
Cock your match prime pour pan,
let piercing bullets flie,
I doe not care a Pin
whether I live or die.
Dearest cast care away,
let kisses comfort thee,
Thou and Ile ne'r depart,
Ile live and die with thee.
She took a Musquet then,
and a sword by her side,
In disguise like a man,
her valour so she tride.
And with her True-love she
march forth couragiouslie,
And made away with spéed
quite throught the Enemie.
Dearest cast care away,
let kisses comfort thee,
Thou and Ile ne'r depart,
Ile live and die with thee.
Their Souldiers brave and bold,
behav'd themselves so well,
That all the Northern parts
of their deserts can tell
Thus have you heard the news
of a most valiant wight,
And of his Ladie brave,
how stoutly they did fight,
Dearest cast care away,
let kisses comfort thee,
Thou and Ile ne'r depart,
Ile live and die with thee.