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Soldiers they're oblig'd to wander,
unto foreign parts you know,
Where they may get ſtore of money,
and, perhaps their fatal blow;
Many a diſmal ſtory and letter,
they will ſend you from abroad,
O my dear daughter take my counſel,
take to the flail, lay by the ſword.
Mother dear, could you fancy a farmer,
give to me my heart's delight,
Yonder he ſtands with his glittering armour,
ſhining like the gold ſo bright,
They are the men ſure of their money,
let them travel where they will;
Mother dear it's folly to be talking,
I will adore my ſoldier ſtill.
Yonder he ſtands with his glittering armour
keeping his way who darecomeon
Would you compare a gentleman ſoldier
to your country ill-bred clown?
Sowr-cream, kail and butter milk,
was never made for ſoldiers drink,
With them I would freely wander,
the world all round about.
Now ſhe is marry'd to a ſoldier,
and abroad with him did go,
Travelling into foreign countries,
