Let's march bravely on
Charge ym in the Van
Our Cause God's is,
Though their odds is
Ten to one.

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2.

"Tempt no more, I may not yeeld
Although thine eyes
A Kingdome may surprize:
Leave off thy wanton toiles
The high borne Prince of Wales
Is mounted in the field,
Where the Royall Gentry flocke.
Though alone
Nobly borne
Of a ne're decaying Stocke,
Cavaleers be bold
Bravely hold your hold,
He that loyters
Is by Traytors
Bought and sold.

3.

"One Kisse more and yn farewell
Oh no, no more,