The Discourse between A Soldier and his Love..  
Showing that she did bear a faithful mind,  
For Land nor Sea could make her stay behind.  
To the tune of Upon a Summer time.  

 
 Soldier. 

MY dearest deer adieu,  
since that I needs must go  
My Fortunes to pursue  
against some Foreign Foe.  
Being that it is ●o,  
I pray thee patiented be,  

And do not kilt thy Coat,  
to go along with me.    Peg. 

Alas my dearest heart,  
if that thou leave me here,  
Death kills me with his dart,  
as plainly may appear.  
For sorrow grief and smart,  
will quickly make me dye,  

Therefore I'll kilt my Coat,  
and go along with thee.    Soldier. 

Over the dangerous Seas,  
Whereto I must repair,  
Will breed thee some disease,  
and change thy colour fair.  
Therefore my Love forbear,  
and well advised been,  

And do not kilt thy Coat  
to go along with me.    Peg. 

There's nothing can withstand,  
a willing settled mind  
There neither Sea nor Land  
shall make me stay behind.  
I think I were unkind,  
to leave thy company:  

Nay I will kilt my Coat  
and go along with thee.    Soldier. 

Swéet-heart let me persuade,  
that thou wilt stay at home,  
And mark what shall be said  
as all to pass will come.  
When we have passed the Seas,  
and come unto the Land,  
Against our Enemies,  
in Armour we must stand.   Peg. 

Well I for one will stand,  
Whilst that my life doth last,  
And fight with heart and hand,  
till dangers are over past.  
And then I will relieve  
thee in extremity,  

Therefore I●e kilt my Coat,  
and go along with thee.     

The second part  
to same tune.  
 
 Soldier. 

TO lie in open fields,  
in time of Frost and Snow,  
Without or house or shields,  
where bitter blasts do blow.  
It will thy body change,  
my dear I tell to thee:  

Then do not kilt thy Coat,  
to go along with me.    Peg. 

Swéet-heart I do suppose,  
all that you say is true,  
I am as sure a cho●ce,  
as I appear to you.  
I think I were unkind  
to leave thy company.  

Therefore I'll kilt my Coat  
and go along with thee.    Soldier. 

It is a dangerous thing,  
my sweet, my fair, my dear,  
To hear the Cannon's ring,  
like thunder in the air.  
The sword, the Pike, the Spear,  
the dreadful enemy:  

Will much affright thy Coat  
to go along with me.    Peg. 

I Will lay all aside,  
what ever may befall,  
Whatsoever doth betid  
I'll virtue life and all.  
The matter were but small,  
though for thy sake I die,  

Therefore Ill kilt my Coat,  
and go along with thee.    Soldier. 

My griefs would still abound,  
if I should see thee want,  
Thy cries would still resound,  
and make my heart to pant.  
Swée●-heart let not thy mind,  
be bend unto the sea,  

Nor do not kilt thy Coat  
to go along with me.    Peg. 

Why, do thou not despair,  
nor trouble so thy mind:  
Howsoever I do fare  
I'll take it as I find.  
and I will thee comfort  
in midst of thy woe:  
Then do not say no more,  
but yield that I may go.   Soldier. 

Then welcome with my heart  
seeing thou wilt go with me  
Thou playest as kind apart  
as did Penelope,  
Thou comfortst all my woes,  
I'll have thy company:  

Therefore love kilt thy Coat  
and go along with me.    

No Turtle to her mate,  
could ever be more true,  
For she with fortune's fate,  
all dangers did pursue  
She ventures lore and life,  
most like a lover true:  
God send me such a wife,  
and so kind hearts adieu.     

Printed at London for F. Coules.