An Excellent New SONG, Entitled, Valiant jockey  
His LADY'S Resolution.  
To be sung to its own proper Tune.  

VAliant Jockey, s marched away,  
To fight a Battle with great Mackay;  
Leaving me poor Soul alas! forlorn,  
To curse the hour that ever I was born  
But I swear I'll follow too,  
And dearest Jockey, s Fate pursue;  
Near him be, to guard his precious Life,  
Never Scot had such a Loyal Wife.  
Sword I'll wear, I'll cut my hair;  
Ta'en my Cheeks that was so fair;  
In Soldier's weed to him I'll speed,  
Never such a Trooper crossed the Tweide.   

Trumpet sound the victory,  
Sure I'll be killed, the nixt Dundee;  
Loves raging Fate doth all agree,  
To do some glorious act for me:  
Great Bellonia take my part,  
Fame and honour guard my Heart;  
That for poor old Scotland's good,  
Some brave Action may deserve my blood  
Nought shall appear, from all Fame I fear,  
Fight by his side I loved so dear;  
All the World shall own that ne'er was known  
Such a Loyal Lass this Thousand year.   

Now in Noble Armour bright,  
I with courageous Heart will fight;  
Fear of death shall ne'er my courage stain,  
Our King's Right I will maintain:  
For the glory of our Sex,  
We all our Rebels shall perplex,  
And let them find that Women kind,  
Sometimes venture with a warlike mind,  
Age of old, our Fame has told,  
Therefore I shall never be controlled;  
By Friend, or Foe, I'll freely go;  
Never was a Trooper Armed so.   

I shall a helmet then put on,  
Armed like a valiant warlike Man;  
Plaits of steel shall guard my Back and Breast,  
Carabines and Pistols I'll protest,  
In my Hand, I'll cock and prime,  
Now and for ever is the time;  
While I am mounted thus Cappa pi;  
Warlike Thunder shall my Music be:  
Let smoke arise and dim the Skies,  
While we pursue the warlike prize;  
Lauralls shall us crown, with true renown,  
The Victory, in City, Court and Town.   

Mars the God of war shall lead  
Our Army, that shall fight and Bleed;  
Or e'er our Foes shall hope to win the day  
Therefore let us march with speed away  
Hark, I hear the Ttumpets sound,  
We shall be all with Conquests Crowned;  
Let all my Foes brag and boast,  
Victory and Triumph shall ride through the Host  
Glory and Fame shall then proclaim  
The Actions of a warlike valiant Dame;  
If Foes draw nigh, I'll scorned to Fly,  
But with my dearest Love I'll live and die.   
FINIS