The valorous Acts performed at Gaunt, ●y the brave bonny Lass Marry Amber; Who in revenge of her Lover's death, did play her part most gallantly.  
To the tune of, the Blind beggar,  
 soldiers armed with swords, pikes and shields  

WHen Captain courageous, whom death could not daunt,  
Had roundly besieged the City of Gaunt,  
And manly they marched by two and by three,  
But the foremost in battle was marry Ambree.   

Thus being enforced to fight with their foes.  
On each side most fiercely they seemed to close,  
Each one fought for honour in every degree,  
But none so much won it as marry Ambree.   

When brave Sergeant Major was slain in the fight,  
Which was her own true Love, her joy and delight  
She swore unrevenged his blood should not be,  
Was not this a brave bonny Lass, marry Ambree.   

She clothed herself from the top to the toe,  
With Buff of the bravest most seemly to show:  
A fair shirt of Male over that slipped she '  
Was not this a brave bonny Lass, marry Ambree.   

A Helmet of proof she put on her head,  
A strong armed Sword she girt on her side:  
A fair goodly Gautlet on her right hand wore she,  
Was not this a brave bonny Lass, marry Ambree.   

Then took she her Sword and her Target in hand;  
And called all those that would be of her Band,  
To wait on her person there came thousands three  
Was not this a brave bonny Lass, marry Ambree.   

Before you shall perish the worst of you all,  
Or come to any danger of enemy's thrall:  
This hand and this life of mine shall set you free,  
Was not this a brave bonny Lass, marry ambree;   

The Drums & the Trumpets did sound out alarm  
And many a hundred did lose leg and arm:  
And many a thousand she brought on their knee,  
Was not this a brave bonny Lass, marry Ambree;   
 two ladies, one dressed as a man, and one in formal dress  

THe sky she then filled with smoke of her shot  
And her enemy's bodies with bullets most hot  
For one of her own men a score killed she  
Was not this a brave bonny Lass, Marry Ambree?   

But then her false Gunner did spoil her in fent.  
Her Powder and Bullets away he had sent:  
And then with her weapon she flashed him in three.  
Was not this a brave bonny Lass, Marry Ambree?   

Then took she her Castle where she did abide,  
Her enemies besieged on every side,  
To beat down her Castle walls they did agree,  
And all was to overcome Mary Ambree?   

Then took she her Sword and Target in hand  
And upon her brave Castle walls stoutly did stand,  
So daring the Captains to match any three,  
And what a brave Captain was Mary Ambee   

At her than they smilled not thinking in heart,  
That she could have performed so valorous a part:  
The one said to the other we shortly shall see,  
This gallant brave Captain before us to flee.   

Why, who do you think me or take me to be,  
Unto these brave Soldiers so valiant spoke she?  
A Knight Sir of England and Captain quoth they  
Whom shortly we mean to take prisoner away.   

No Captain of England behold in your sight,  
Two breast in on bosom and therefore no Knight:  
No Knight Sir of England, nor Captain quoth she,  
But even a poor bonny Lass, Marry Ambree.   

But art thou a woman, as thou dost declare;  
That hast made us thus spend our armour in war,  
The like in our times we never did see,  
And therefore we'll honour brave Mary Ambree.   

The Prince of great Parma heard of her renown,  
Who long had advanced for England's fair Crown,  
In token he sent her a Glove and a Ring,  
And said she should be his Bride at his wedding.   

Why ho doth he think me or take me to be,  
Though he be a Prince, and of great dignity.  
It shall never be said in England so free,  
That a stranger did marry with marry Ambree.   

Then unto fair England she back did return,  
Still holding the Foes of brave England in scorn,  
In valour no woman was ever like she,  
Was not this a brave bonny Lass Mary Ambree?   

In this woman's praises, I'll here and my Son  
Whose heart was approved in valour most 〈◊〉  
Let all sorts of people what ever they be  
Sing forth the great valours of Mary Am●●●●    

London Prnted for William Gibertson in Giltspur-street.