This page has been validated.
A
NEW SONG
In favour of our Militia.
YOUNG men that are stout,
and likewise valiant hearted,
Let them be soldiers,
if that they want to gain:
For in time they will find,
Things contrary to their mind;
And after a pleasure
they will find its a pain.
Oh Jean do not grieve
Although I’m going from you,
Away from your presence
I’m forced for to go.
You’re a grief in my mind,
To leave you here behind;
I cannot take you with me
to great hardship and woe.
