THE
VALIANT
SOLDIER.

S. Pitts, Printer No. 14, Great St. Andrew
Street Seven Dials

A Valiant soldier I dare not name,
From his rendezvous to his quarters
came.
From his rendezvous to his quarters came
With his pistol loaded, I dare not name.

His pistol being so very long,
And loaded was with bullets strong,
For to shoot at random he would he would
At some curious lady, wherever he stoop

Her filken gown lin'd with shalloon,
And she a clever young woman grown,
He bow'd his head and body too,
Saying, love me my dearest ; her answer
was no,

No love at all to you I will shew,
Since love has prov'd my overthrow,
Talk no more about love, for I pray give
o'er.
For plainly tell you I'll love you no more.

I pray young man what is your intent.
For the day is gone and it is almost spent,
For the day it is gone and the night draws
near,
So must gang home, sir, no longer stay
here,