〈…〉 Soldiers Courtship: Wherein he shows a Soldier ought not to be slighted, not only because they venture their Lives, but likewise that kings and Princes are, and have been of the same Occupation.  
To an excellent new Tune. Licenced according to Order.  
 
 

A Soldier and a bonny Lass,  
as they walked forth one day,  
With kisses and with Compliments,  
he unto her did say,  
Sweet, let me kiss thy thy ruddy Lips,  
'twill make me some what bolder.  
Indeed, kind Sir, my Mother said,  
I might not kiss a Soldier.   

My Dear, a Soldier travels far,  
in Mouty Field to fight,  
And proves himself a Man of War,  
with shining Armour bright:  
His Waldour daunts the mightiest For,  
making their Courage colder,  
And Dearest do not answer no,  
but kiss an honest Soldier.   

The Cowards lies on Beds of Down  
the silent Night secure,  
While we for Honour and Renown,  
all hardship do endure:  
The Summer hot, in Camy we lie,  
and Winter, thought much colder;  
What man is he that can audie  
the valiant Warlike Soldier?   

With sying Colours in the Field,  
we stand by force of Arms;  
Nothing so soon can make us yield,  
as Love's the proudest Monarch vow,  
if once he doth behold her  
Therefore my sweetest Creature now  
embrace an honest Soldier.   

The Soldier is a Pillow strong,  
for to support the Throne,  
Whose Loyal Duty does belong  
to Majesty alone:  
Fight up to the Knees in Blood,  
to be the Realm's upholder;  
If this thy mother understood,  
she'd let thee love a Soldier.   

My Dear, I do deserve thy Love,  
as thou shalt understand,  
There's not a noble man above  
a Soldier, in the Land.  
The Monarth whom we all obey,  
Relogion's true upholder;  
He does the Royal Sceptre sway,  
and is both King and Soldier.   

My Love, when David lay asleep  
upon the solid Sown,  
Among his L●nbs and harmless Sheep,  
he splendid Glory he should rear,  
and he the Land's upholder:  
then tell me Love, who can compare  
with the right valiant Soldier?   

He ●rw Goliath with a Sling,  
than used a Sword also,  
And did this Giant's Head soon bring,  
unto the Bround full low:  
Throwing away his Shepherd's crook,  
which he wore on his Shoulder,  
And took the Sword and Sceptre both,  
being both King and Soldier.   

A Soldier's Glory will appear  
from the Records of F●ne,  
Great Alexander Love, me bear,  
he conqureed where he came;  
No less than all the Universe,  
no Champion ever bolder;  
Therefore my sweet and honey Loss,  
embrace an honest Soldier.   

You see that Kings and Noble Peers  
hath Soldiers been of did,  
And so they are of later years,  
Courageous, Stout, and Bold:  
Then wherefore should they be run down,  
who are the Lands Upholder?  
Then prithee Dearest do not frown,  
but love an honest Soldier.   

The Damsel made him this Reply,  
what you have now declared,  
I cannot in the ●cast deny,  
but yet I am afraid,  
Your kind embraces receive,  
although the Land is Upholder:  
But first I'll ask my Mother leave,  
and then I'll love a Soldier.    

Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, J. Back.