The Noble Soldier's Advice TO HIS COMRADES: OR, The Red-coats Resolution.  Written by a Member of the Army. 

1  
WHen honest Red-Coats,  
Leave cutting of throats,  
And Swords in the Scabards are put.  
It than doth appear,  
Reformat'on draws near,  
For that's th' way to come to't.   

2  
I have led the Van,  
As a Bandelier-Man,  
In Battle we've made the sky burn:  
W've brought our Masters,  
Through many Disasters,  
But now have lest them at Tyburn.   

3  
True News there is sent,  
From the Good Parliament,  
That fight no more we shall see:  
Such like Tidings we hear,  
With a very good cheer,  
For our Army disbanded must be.   

4  
W've fought like Soldiers  
In blood to the shoulders,  
In Holland, in Flanders and Spain;  
And have likewise in France,  
Marched many a Dance;  
●et to England comed safe back again.   

5  
There's many of's in  
Cold Scotland have been,  
And Ireland too many a year;  
Nay, and some without spleen,  
Jamaicah have seen,  
But disbanded now must be here.   

6  
Many Dangerous times  
W've ventured our Limbs,  
W've Marched both in Files and in ranks;  
But now glad we must be,  
If Disbanded I see,  
With Pay, and a great many Thanks.   

7  
We have with a thump,  
Confounded the Rump,  
And set the King upon his Throne;  
We have lived to see,  
The Rump hanged on a Tree,  
And every man now get his own.   

8  
Poor Soldiers now,  
Must starve, or to Blow,  
What course for to live will you take?  
there is many of you,  
Have no homes to go too,  
Pray tell me what shift will you make?   

9  
Says one, I've in fears  
Been seven long years,  
In Holland, in France, and in Spain;  
And if now I know not,  
How to find out a Plot,  
I know the way thither again,   

10  
‛ Nother says Brother,  
I ne'er could labour,  
Now to the Venetians I'll go,  
And there make it my work,  
To fight with the bold Turk,  
There can be no fitter a foe.   

11  
A third, without Strife,  
He'll home to his Wife;  
A fourth, his good Kindred will try,  
Seeing I have no home,  
Abroad I will go room,  
For the devil a Wife have I.   

12  
Have I spent my years,  
In Dangers and Fears,  
And shall I go live with a Wife?  
Before I will do so,  
To the Wars I will go,  
And gallantly venture my Life   

13  
The sixth, at a Word,  
He'll mount the Shopboard,  
No more with a Musket he'll meddle;  
For he now can afford,  
To break's old rusty Sword,  
To make him a Bodkin and Needle.   

14  
A Shoemaker I,  
A seventh doth cry,  
Have been, and will follow my Trade,  
For since Fight doth fall  
I do hope by the Awl,  
T' get more than I can by the Blade.   

15  
Fly brass quoth another,  
I tell the dear Brother,  
My Tinker-Trade now I intent;  
I'll leave off my pillage,  
And cry in each Village,  
Bowles, Treys, or Old bellows to mend.   

16  
But soldiers indeed,  
Take very good heed,  
All you that true Bachelors be,  
Your Hearts needs not to Throb,  
Nor your Hands need not to rob,  
For far better days you shall see.   

17  
To one I'll lay ten,  
An Army of Men  
Goes over to France the next Spring;  
And if you will be  
Content, you shall see,  
We shall make the Mounsiers to wring.   

18  
Then le's with one Voice,  
Be Glad and Rejoice,  
Since Fight in England doth End;  
And let him that loves Peace  
Get him Home and Increase,  
And tell his Sad Tales to his friend.   

19  
God bless our KING then,  
And all the good Men  
That be of his Counsel and Court;  
And send he may never  
Use men that Endeavour  
To Ruin a Kingdom for Sport.   

20  
And without Rebuke  
Preserve the good Duke,  
Who bravely can lead up the Van;  
If even I Fight  
For any Man's Right,  
Believe me King CHARLES is the Man:   
FINIS.   

LONDON, Printed for Samuel Speed, at the sign of the Printing-Presse in St. Paul's Churchyard, 1661.