The Valiant Virgin; OR, Philip and Mary;  
In a Description of a Young Gentlewoman of Worcestershire (a Rich Gentleman's Daughter) being in love with a Farmer's Son, which her Father despiseing, because he was poor, caused him to be Pressed to Sea; And how she Disguised herself in Man's Apparel and followed him; where in the same Ship (she being very expert in Surgery) was entertained as Surgeon's Mate, and how loving to him (and skilfully to others) she behaved herself in her Office; and he having got a Shot in the Thigh, how deligent she was to dress him; she never discovering herself to him until they came both on Shore: Her Father Dying whilst she was at Sea, (He having no more Children than she) they went into the Country to take Possession of her Estate, and to Marry; To the admiration of all that were at the Wedding.  
To the Tune of, When the Stormy Winds do blow.  
 

TO every faithful Lover  
that's constant to her dear,  
This Ditty doth discover  
Affections pure and clear  
Affections and Afflictions too,  
do in this Story move,  
Where Youth, and truth,  
obtain the Crown of Love.   

A Man of mean Extraction,  
brought up in Worc'ster-shiere,  
Was guided by Affection  
to love a Lady dear,  
Whose eyes did show like morning dew,  
that doth on Lilies lie;  
Her face, and grace,  
well mixed with Majesty.   

She was the only Heiress  
unto a Gentleman,  
And all her Father's care is  
to marry her to one,  
Whose wealth & wit, may fairly fit  
a Lady of such worth;  
But he, that she  
did Love, was poor by birth.   

A Farmer's son being handsome,  
did catch this Lady's heart  
So fast in hold, no Ransom  
can free it from the Dart:  
The Gentleman, when he began  
to understand this thing,  
Quoth he, I'll free,  
my fond daughter in the spring.   

The Spring came, & the Pressing  
was every where begun;  
Her Father's fears increasing,  
did Press the Farmer's Son,  
No money could Redeem him,  
thought she, if he must go,  
I'll ne'er, stay here,  
but I'll be a Seaman too.   

The Second Part.  
To the same Tune.  

The Gentleman did Press him,  
and sent him to the slaughter,  
He thought fit to Press the Man  
that would have pressed his daughter;  
His wit prevents all her intents,  
for on her knees he brought her;  
But one, Love gone.  
strait the tother follows after.   

This Maid with Ingenuity  
had every Surgeon's part,  
A Lady's hand, an Eagles eye,  
but yet a Lion's heart;  
She knew all tents, & instruments,  
Salves, Ointments, Oils & all,  
That they employ,  
in the fight when Soldiers fall.   

In man's Aparril she did  
resolve to try her Fate,  
And in the Ship where he rid,  
she went as Surgeon's Mate;  
Says she, my soldier shall not be  
destroyed for want of Cure,  
I'll Dress, and Bless,  
whatsoever I endure.   

Their names Philip and Mary,  
who then were both at Sea;  
Phil. fought like old King Harry,  
but from the Enemy  
Poor Philip had received a shot,  
through that part of the thigh,  
Did join, to's groin,  
oh! that shot came something nigh.   

Into the Surgeon's cabin,  
they did convey him strait,  
Where first, of all the wounded men.  
the pretty Surgens Mate,  
Though in this trim, unknown to him  
did bravely show her Art,  
She dressed, and kissed,  
the woeful wounded part.   

Which she did most mildly dress,  
and shed her tears upon't;  
He observed, but could not guests,  
or find the meaning on't,  
Although he would, in tears & blood  
oft times on Mary call,  
And pray, she may,  
be there at his Funeral.   

Fierce fights at Sea this Couple  
did valiantly endure,  
As fast as one did aim to kill,  
the tother strived to cure;  
The Soldier, & the Surgens Mate  
did both employ their parts,  
That they, each way,  
did win all the Seamens hearts.   

The Summer being ended,  
that they could fight no more,  
The Ship came to be mended,  
and all men went a shore;  
Stout Philip loved the Surgeon's Mate  
so much he could not be  
An hour, or more,  
out of his company.   

He often viewed her Feature,  
and gazed on every part:  
(Quoth Philip) s●ch a Creature  
is Mistress of my heart,  
If she be dead, I'll never wed,  
but be with thee for ever,  
We'll walk, and talk,  
Live, Lie, and Dye together.   

Poor Mary full of passion,  
to hear him prove so kind,  
o'er Joyed with this Relation,  
could not conceal her mind.  
But fond hangs about his neck,  
her tears did trickle down,  
Says she, I'll be,  
still thy true Companion.   

Since providence hath vanquished  
the dangers of the Sea,  
I'll never marry whilst I live,  
unless it be with thee;  
No woman kind, shall ever find  
my heart to be so free,  
If thou, wilt vow,  
but to be as true to me.   

ere he could speak, she told h●●  
I am thy dearest dear,  
Thy Mary thou hast brought as●●●●  
and now thou hold'st her he●●  
This man's Attire, I did but 〈◊〉  
when first I followed thee;  
Thy Dove, I'll prove,  
but no Surgeon's Mate am I   

He flung his arms about her,  
he wondered, kissed, and wept;  
His Mary he did hold so fast,  
as if he would have crept  
Into her soul and body too,  
his eyes in joy did swimm,  
And she, as free,  
was as fully fond of him.   

They both rid towards Worc'ste●  
to show how they had sped;  
but upon the Road they heard  
her Father he was dead,  
Two months at least after he pr●●●●  
the Farmer's Son for slaughter  
In tears, appears,  
the sad duty of a Daughter.   

Philip having cheered her up,  
they rid directly home,  
Where (after many a bitter cup●  
the Marriage day was come,  
Which they in state, did Celebra●●  
the Gallants that were there,  
Were grave, and brave,  
all the best in Worc'ster-shire.   

Thus may you by this Couple se●  
what from true love doth sprin●  
When Men love with fidelity  
their Mistress; & their King:  
when maids show men, true love a● ge●●  
in spite of Fortune's frowns,  
They'll wive, and thrive,  
for such crosses have their crown▪    
FINIS.   

Printed, for Thomas Passenger at th● three Bibles on London-bridge With Allowance.