The Roxburghe ballads . ll 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. 56 Such honour I scorn, Id 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. 63 Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel in Gilt-spur-Street, without Newgate* [Black-letter.
The Roxburghe ballads . ll 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. 56 Such honour I scorn, Id 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. 63 Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel in Gilt-spur-Street, without Newgate* [Black-letter. Two Woodcuts : 1st, standing figure of Charles IT., as in p. 475, Left; 2nd, the Squire with riding-whip, p. 133. Date, 1693.] ?50 [Roxb. Coll., II. 323 ; Fepys, II. 306; Euing, 165 ; Jersey, I. 341 =L. 1462.] %\)t ^opal S>0lt)fer Of Flanders; ©C, %ty $tit\y\l$# ila00 of London. To the Tuise of, Mow can I be merry and glad ? [See Note, p. 752.][This woodcut belongs to p. 701.] Licensed according to YOung Thomas he was a proper lad,And lovd Elizabeth as his life,Four years and a half to serve he had,Eer he could make her his lawful wife. When this his Master happend to know,He lahourd the Bonds of Love to break ; Then Thomas a soldier he straight did go,To venture his life for his Loves sake. Yet they in private often did meet, Their seeming hard Fortune to bemoan, And with many vows and kisses sweet,They solemnly joynd their hearts in one. At length, he taking her by the hand, Said he, I must cross the Ocean main,To venture my life in a Foreign Land ;Yet Loyal to thee I will still remain. Remember your solemn vows, she said. By letters my mind to thee Ill tell,Let no other Love thy heart invade,So long as I am alive and well. 16 The Loyal Soldier of Flanders. 751 Said she, By all the Powers above, My heart Ill give to no one but thee;If eer I prove false unto my Love, Then let me a sad example be. 24 Ill patiently wait for thy Return, And pray that the Heav
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