THE Maiden-WARRIER: OR, The Damsels Resolution to Fight in Field, by the side of jockey her entire Love. To an Excellent New Tune. Licenced according to Order.  

 
VAliant Jockeys marched away,  
To fight the Foe, with Great Mackay;  
Leaving me poor Soul, alas! forlorn,  
To curse the hour I e'er was born:  
But Ise swear Ise follow too,  
And dearest Jockeys Fate pursue,  
Near him be to Guard his precious Life,  
Never Scot had sike a Loyal UUife:  
Swored Ise wear, Ise cut my Hair,  
Tann my Cheeks that once were thought so fair,  
In Soldiers Weed to him Ise speed,  
Never sike a Trooper crossed the Tweed.   

 
Trumpet sound a Victory,  
Ise kill myself the next Dundee;  
Love and Rage, and Fate does all agree,  
To do some Glorious thing by me:  
Great Bellona take my part,  
Fame and Glory steel my Heart,  
That for our bonny Scotland's geud,  
Some brave Action may deserve my Blood:  
Nought shall appear of Female fear,  
Fight by his side I love so dear;  
All the UUorld shall own, that ne'er was known  
Sike a pretty Lass this thousand Year,   

Now in Noble Armour bright,  
Ise with Courageous Heart will fight;  
Fear of Death shall ne'er my Courage stain,  
King William's Rights Ice will-Maintain:  
For the Glory of our Sex,  
Ise awe the Rebleses will perplex,  
And let them find that UUomen-kind,  
Sometimes venture with a UUarlike mind:  
Age of Old, our Fame has told,  
Therefore Ise will never be controlled;  
By Friend or Foe, Ise freely go,  
Never was a Trooper armed so.   

Ise a Helmet will put on,  
Like a right Ualiant UUarlike Man,  
Plates of Steel shall guard my Back and Breast,  
Carbines and Pistols Ise protest,  
In my hand Ise cock and prime,  
Now and for ever is the time:  
While I thus am mounted Cap-a-pae,  
UUarlike Thunder shall my Music be,  
Let smoke arise and dim the Skies,  
While we do pursue the UUarlike prize;  
Laurels shall Crown with true Renown,  
The Victory in City, Court and Town.   

Mars the God of UUar shall lead  
The Army, that will fight and bleed,  
E'er our Foe shall hope to win the day,  
Therefore let us march with speed away;  
Hark! Ise hear the Trumpets sound,  
We shall be awe with Conquest Crowned;  
Let the High-land Rebels brag and boast,  
Death in Triumph shall ride through their Host:  
Glory and Fame shall then Proclaim  
Th' Actions of a valiant UUarlike Dame;  
If Foes draw nigh, I scorn to fly,  
With my dearest Love Ise live and die.    

Jockeys Answer.  

HAst thou such a valiant heart,  
To fight and take the Nations part,  
By the side of Jockey thy delight,  
For to put the Enemy to flight?  
I thy Courage must commend,  
Yet like a true entire Friend,  
I would have thee stay at home, said he,  
For the Wars are most unfit for thee;  
Moggy you are youthful and fair,  
Therefore can thy tender Nature hear  
The Shrieks and Cries which fills the Skies,  
As the Enemy we do surprise?   

Love, said he, the loud Alarms  
In midst of night to Arms to Arms,  
Will it not affrighten thee, my dear,  
Should you such a sudden alarum hear,  
And before the break of day,  
Many a valiant Soldier may,  
Lie in streams of reeking purple Gore;  
Therefore Moggy whom I do adore,  
Shouldst thou be slain and I remain,  
It would fill my Heart with muckle pain.  
She did reply, happy am I  
If I in the Bed of Honour die.    

Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden-Ball, in Pie-corner.