The Lover's Battle, Being a sore Combat fought between Mars and Venus, at a place call Cunney Castle, under Belly-hill.  

Bold Mars like to a warrier-stout great brags did make in field  
But Venus she gave him the rout. and forced him for to yield,  
Then Mars drew out his Rapier strong thinking to win the day  
But Venus charged him so sore he was glad he got away.   
The Tune is, The Chorals delight.  
 
 

AS I by chance abroad was walking,  
under a pleasant shadow tree,  
There Mars and Venus I heard talking  
not thinking I had been so nigh,  
Then I drew near and sat down by them  
They not thinking I had been so nigh them,  
For to hear their complementing  
And to see some jovial sport  
How Mars fair Venus there did court.   

Said Mars I am the god of battle  
I and Master of the field,  
I love to hear the Muskets rattle  
I am well armed with lance & shield,  
Oh I can make the World to wonder,  
And break the bands of peace asunder,  
I can conquer Towns and Nations,  
Be they ne'er so stout or strong  
Bold Mars can lay them all along.   

The stoutest he which ever drew Rapier;  
if Mars do meet him in the field:  
Though like a warrior he doth vapour  
I care not for his sphere or shield,  
For I can make loud Cannon's thunder  
And I can cut his Troops asunder,  
If my Granad●'s I let fly sir,  
I will make the proudest foe to yield  
Or else by Mars he dies in field.   

There is no Town which in this Nation  
no Hall, nor Tower, Castle, nor Fort,  
But I can soon make alteration  
if they delight with me to sport,  
For the strongest Castle, Town or Tower  
I can conquer in an hour  
If close siege I once do lay too't,  
My men will to me stoutly stand  
And soon the same we can command.   
 

BOld Mars I think you do but vapour  
a challenge with you I will make  
A Castle I know defies your Rapier  
your men and you cannot it take,  
If that you please but for to try it  
Your men and you must dearly buy it  
ere you do gain the Fort or Castle,  
You will be forced for to retreat  
For 'tis three to one you will be beat.   

Venus come show to me that favour,  
to let me know where this castle doth stand  
I will not rest till won I have her  
and make her yield at my command,  
This Castle I pray thee let me know it  
And the ready way to go unto it,  
And I will thank you for your pain,  
For close siege I will lay out right  
And I vow to storm it Day or Night.   

The ready way unto this Castle  
I can direct you very well,  
For through thigh alley you must rattle  
if I the truth to you must tell,  
Hard by Bum-lane if you do but mind it  
Under Belly hill there you may find it  
This Castle is well fortified  
If you against it siege do lay  
It is three to one you't heat away.   

Then in a rage Mars drew his Rapier  
and vowed this castle he would take,  
So up thigh alley he did viper,  
and towards bum-lane he straight did make,  
Under belly-hill he found a centre  
Where his lance soon did enter,  
Clap to clap to Mars then cried,  
And close siege with his men he lay  
But in the end bold Mars did lose the Day.   

For Venus boldly did so charge him  
with service hot in open field,  
By her valour stout she almost scared him  
which made him and his men to yield,  
How now bold Mars stout Venus cried  
The battle is mine who dare deny it  
I thought bold Mars you did but vapour,  
For no such courage I can see  
So she kicked Mars out of her centere.   

When Mars he see he was so beaten  
he took his leave with Venus' fair,  
In a rage these words he fell a speaking  
my lance is spoiled I greatly fear,  
Farewell thigh la●e where I first did enter  
Farewell bum alley and belly hill centre,  
And farewell Venus' Castle fair,  
I never will come at thee again  
For I have lost my labour and my pain.   By T. R.