Deplorable news from Southwark;  
Or, the loving Lasses Lamentations for the loss of their sweethearts.  
They sigh, they sob, they sorrow and complain,  
Fearing their Loves will never come again:  
It is the lusty soldiers as they say,  
Have stolen from them their pretty hearts away.  
The tune is, Saint Giles's.  
 

THe Lasses now of Southwark  
lament and make great moan,  
Because from them their sweetheart  
departed are and gone.  
Thare's Peggy, Alce, and Bridget,  
and many others more  
With howling and with weeping,  
have made their eyesight sore,  

The gallant,  
Valiant  
soldiers as they say  
Have stolen from them their pretty hearts away.    

The soldiers which in Southwark  
did quarter here and there,  
Each one of them that had sweetheart  
was constant to his dear;  
Both civil in their actions,  
and constant in their carriage,  
And yet some of the Lasses now  
Complain for lack of marriage.  

The gallant,  
Valiant  
soldiers as they  
Have stolen from them their pretty hearts away.    

To speak of their proceed,  
I hope none will me blame,  
The better for to know them,  
I will them to you name.  
Fair Maudlin she loved Martin,  
and Joan she loved John,  
Winifred loved William,  
and Ned was loved of Nan.  

Those valiant  
Gallant  
soldiers as they say,  
Have stolen from them their pretty hearts away.    

Betty she loved Robert,  
and Dick loved Dorothy,  
Rowland he loved Rachael,  
and Kate loved Anthony:  
Sweet Rose she loved bold Stephen,  
and Hester she loved Waltet,  
And more news of their passages  
I mean to speak hereafter.  

The valiant,  
Gallant  
soldiers as they say,  
Hove stolen the maiden's hearts from them away.    

Rebecca she loved John well,  
and George loved Margery,  
Kester he loved Jany:  
and Nell loved Humphrey  
Francis loved fair Phillis,  
And Samuel he loved Sary,  
Deborah she loved Daniel,  
and Thomas he loved Mary.  

The valiant  
Gallant  
soldiers as they say,  
Have stolen the damsels hearts from them away.    
 
 

THe bonny brave young soldiers are  
of late from Southwark gone,  
To quarter in the Country.  
and left their loves alone;  
Who now in doleful manner  
doth bitterly complain,  
Much fearing that their sweetheart  
will never come again.  

The valiant,  
Gallant  
soldiers as they say,  
Have stole their pretty hearts from them away.    

The next news of these Damsels,  
that I have here to tell ye,  
Poor Kate hath got a griping  
and rumbling in her belly;  
And pretty Nancy's Apron  
is grown too short before,  
And so is Nan's and Sarah's  
and many others more.  

The valiant,  
Gallant,  
soldiers as they say,  
Hath stolen both their loves and hearts away.    

Poor Mary's nose looks picked,  
and so doth bonny Nell,  
And Betties under petticoat  
strange tales of her doth tell:  
Mary is half deceived,  
and Debro quite beguiled,  
Sara hath lost her maidenhead,  
and Susan's great with Child.  

The gallant,  
valiant  
soldiers as they say,  
Hath stolen from them their maidenheads away.    

Rose says though she hath gotten  
no Livings nor no Lands,  
Yet if she had her Love again  
she would labour with her hands  
To keep and to maintain him,  
all the days of her life,  
So he would be contented  
to take her to his Wife.  

The valiant,  
Gallant  
soldier she doth say,  
Hath stolen both her heart and love away    

The rest that hath been named,  
are all of Roses mind,  
And would unto their sweetheart be  
both loyal, true, and kind,  
So they might have their company,  
by day and eke by night,  
O that's the thing they wish for.  
to have them in their sight.  

But the valiant,  
Gallant,  
Soldiers as they say,  
Hath stolen their bonny hearts from them away.    

To draw to a conclusion,  
I wish all Damsels mild.  
Both them that have flat bellies,  
and them that are with child:  
To bear all things with prudence,  
and suffer patiently,  
And buy each one a handkerchief  
to wipe her wet eyes dry.  

And when your  
sweethearts  
Come to you again,  
They'll use a means to cure you of your pain,    

Be not too heavy-minded,  
but thus I'd have you pray,  
That those which stole your hearts from you  
and carried them away,  
May come again with safety,  
and make you all amends,  
To marry you and love you,  
and so my Ditty ends.  

The valiant,  
gallant  
Hath stolen your hearts away,  
They'll bring them home again another day.     

Printed for Tho. Vere, at the Angel, without Newgate.