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The Low-country Soldier turned Burgomaſter

PART. I. HERE you may ſee the turns of fate, From woe to joy, from poor to great, A mark of fortune's ſpecial love, Who did a Soldier's grief remove. One in former days 'tis told, Had trug'd thro' weather hot and cold; 'Till he was poor and pennyleſs, You wou'd have laugh'd to ſee his dreſs. His ſhoes with trudging up and down No ſoal they had, a hat no crown, His coat no ſleeves, his ſhirt the ſame, But by his ſide a ſword of fame. Without a ſcabbard good or bad, Nor was there any to be had; His coat and breeches would not come. In depth to cover half h s bum. Now being weary of his trade, One day he to his captain ſ id, Pray now give me a full diſcharge. That! my fortune may enlarge. I am perſuaded I ſhall be a A burgomaſter, ſir, ſaid he, To Venice, if you'll let me go, His captain ſmilling anſwered. No. With you he ſaid, I will not pa t, Then thought the ſoldier, I'll deſert My colours, let what will befall; And ſoon he went for good and all. Now as he march'd with all his might, A coachm n and his worthy knight, Upon the road he chanc'd to find, And aſk'd to borrow full five pound. At this the knight laugh'd out amain, And ſaid, when will you pay it again, He anſwer'd, ſir, you ſhall be paid, When I am Burgomaſter made. Of Venice, which will be my lot, The noble knight away he got, And laugh'd to ſee him in that trim, But ſtill the coachman lent it him. This being done, away he went To Venice, where ſome time he ſpent, To view the Palace rich and gay, And then to a burgo's took his way. Who kept a houſe to entertain All kind of gueſt. He call'd amain For wine and oteer liquors free, Tho' in a wretched garb was he.
PART II. THIS ſoldier was a gallant blade, And while in pleaſure then he ſtay'd, Behold a ſquire living near, Courted the Burgo's daughter dear. Now as he kept her company, One day the ſoldier ſitting by, Feigning aſleep he overheard This private talk as it appear'd. Part of the private talk was this. My dear ſweet love, the charming bliſs, Let me enjoy this ſelf ſame night, The damſel told him that he might. If he would to the chamber creep, When all the houſe was faſt aſleep, About the hour of twelve o'clock, She would the door for him unlock. The ſolder heard the whole deſign, Thought he, the pleaſure ſhall mine, And thereupon he went before, To the young lad'ys chamber door. He knock'd, and ſoon we let him in, A pleaſant Game did then begin, And e'er en hour's time was paſt, Her love ihe 'ſquire came at laſt. He knock'd who's there the lady cry'd, The ſoldier lying by her ſide, Said he, It is the ragged fellow ſure, Ae ſeem'd as if he ſlept ſecure, He heard us and is come to have, That pleaſure which our love did crave, But it's in vain, I will ariſe, And daſh the piſs-pot in his eyes. Accordingly in woful caſe, He daſh'd it in the ſquire's face; Away he goes, but nothing ſaid, Suppoſing it had been the maid. She laugh •• at the pleaſant jeſt, And gave him then amongſt the reſt, A diamond ring, with kiſſes ſweet, But did not underſtand the cheat. Then he aroſe and went his way, Behold on the ſucceeding day, Upon his right hand there ſhe eſpy'd. Pray where had you the ſame ſhe cry'd. He anſwer'd then, and thus he ſaid, Pray be not in the leaſt diſmay'd; For you was loving, kind and free Laſt night, and gave the ſame to me. O bleſs me! did I lie with you? Since it is ſo, I pray be true; And do not let the ſame be told, So thou ſhalt never want for gold. He vow'd he would conceal the ſame, Soon after this the 'ſquire came. Saying, why was you ſo unkind, The piſs-pot made me almoſt blind. The youthful damſel, anſwer'd thus, 'Tis good enough if it were worſe; Becauſe you thought to ruin me, My honour and my chaſtity.
PART III. IN part the third we muſt return, Unto a mighty great concern, Conſiſting of ſome thouſand pounds, Which the poor ſoldier's fortune crown, Behold her wealthy father he, Did ſend four mighty ſhips to ſea, Laden with glorious merchandize, Rich ſilks and other wares likewiſe. They had been gone full ſeven years, No tale or tydings they could hear. So that at length he gave them o'er, And never thought to ſee them more. At length there was a letter brought, The ſhips were ſafe with riches frought, Near to the borders of the land, Which news came to his daughters hand. Then having view'd and road the ſame, She to the ragged ſoldier came, Crying, my dear, be true to me, You ſhall a Burgomaſter be, My father thinks his ſhips are loſt, Which now are on the Venice coaſt; And e'er he does the tydings hear, Go buy his ight in them my dear. And when thou haſt the bargain bought, Of four large ſhips richly fraught, Be what it will, of me you ſhall Have money, for to pay for all. Then on her father he did wait, And ſtruck a bargain with him ſtraight; For the four ſhips four hundred pound, Whether the ſame be loſt or found. No ſooner was the bargain made, And that ſmall ſum of money paid, But he heard the ſhips were come, Their Burden was a mighty ſum. Then did the Burgomaſter fret, Cauſe he with ſuch a loſs had met; But ſince it could no better be, He with the ſoldier did agree. To take his daughter for a bride, With all my heart he then reply'd; Then out of hand they married were, The ſoldier and the lady fair. No ſooner they were man and wife, But ſoon her father left this life, And when he in his grave was laid, The ſon was Burgomaſter made, He that had travel'd many miles, Was now by fortune's ſpecial ſmiles. Made mighty, powerful and great, And knew no end of his eſtate.
PART IV. NOW mind the latter part I pray, I make no queſtion but you'll ſay, Still as you read the ſtory out, The things were ſtrangely brought about. While he was Burgomaſter we hear, His former captain did repair Unto his houſe, by chance to dine. With other brave commanders fine, The Burgomaſter ſeeing that, He ſtrait put on his no crown hat, With all his ragged, worn out cloaths, And ſo into the room he goes. The captain then begun to ſwear, Lieutenant, pray ſee who is there, My ragged Burgomaſter, who In private from his colours drew. Strait from the preſence of his gueſt, He ſtep'd away, himſelf he dreſt In ſumptious robes he dreſt amain, And then return'd to them again, The captain ſaid, right worthy ſir, Here is, a fooliſh ragged cur, Endu'd with neither wit nor ſenſe, I'll hang him e'er I go from hence, He from his colours did deſert, The Burgo ſaid, be not ſo tart, In preſence of theſe gentlemen, Write his diſcharge here's guineas ten, He wrote the ſame, and took the gold, The Burgomaſter ſaid, behold, I am the man, and now at laſt, What once I ſaid, is come to paſs. The captain then began to fume, And told the gallants in the room, If he had known as much before, It ſhould have coſt him ten times more. And then within a month or leſs. The knight whom o ce he did addreſs, To lend him five pounds on the road, Came here to take up his abode. The Burgomaſter as before, Put on his robes both rent and tore, So that the knight might know him ſtrait, As he did on his worſhip wait. He to his coachman turn'd him round, And ſaid there's one owes you five pounds, When do you think the ſame, to get, He is not Burgomaſter yet. The coachman ſaid, as I do live, I freely do the ſame forgive, Becauſe I to my ſorrow ſee, He ſtill remains in poverty. For ſome ſhort time he went away, And dreſt himſelf in rich array; In feathers fine and rich perfume, And ſo return'd into the room. Having diſcourſed with them awhile, He told the coachman with a ſmile, As he help'd him in time of need, He would return it now indeed. He gave him then, live thouſand Pound, Likewiſe a match for him he found, A ſweet young Lady fair and clear, Daughter to a renowned pe r The knight was vexed to t e eart, That he muſt with his ſervant p rt, But let him grieve it muſt be ſo, Whether his lordſhip will or know. Thus he who once was mean and poor, At length enjoys a happy ſt re, Which fortune unto him did ſend, And he proved grateful to his friend.