The valorous Acts performed at Gaunt, [...]y the brave bonny Lasse Mary Ambre; Who in revenge of her Lovers death, did play her part most gallantly.
To the tune of, the Blind beggar,
WHen Captain couragious, whom deeth could not daunt,
Had roundly besiged the City of Gaunt,
And manly they marched by two and by three,
But the formost in battell was mary Ambree.
Thus being inforced to fight with their foes.
On each side most fiercely they seemed to close,
Each one fought for honour in every degrée,
But none so much won it as mary Ambree.
When brave Serjeant Major was slain in the fight,
Which was her own true Love, her joy and delight
She swore unrevenged his blood should not be,
Was not this a brave bonny Lasse, mary Ambree.
She clothed her selfe from the top to the toe,
With Buffe of the bravest most séemly to show:
A fair shirt of Male over that slipped she'
Was not this a brave bonny Lasse, mary Ambree.
A Helmet of proofe she put on her head,
A strong armed Sword she girt on her side:
A faire goodly Gautlet on her right hand wore she,
Was not this a brave bonny Lasse, mary Ambree.
Then took she her Sword and her Target in hand;
And called all those that would be of her Band,
To wait on her person ther came thousands thrée
Was not this a brave bonny Lasse, mary Ambree.
Before you shall perish the worst of you all,
Or come to any danger of enemies thrall:
This hand and this life of mine shall set you frée,
Was not this a brave bonny Lasse, mary ambree;
The Drums & the Trumpets did sound out alarme
And many a hundred did lose leg and arme:
And many a thousand she brought on their knée,
Was not this a brave bonny Lasse, mary Ambree;
THe skie she then filled with smoak of her shot
And her enimies bodies with bullets most hot
For one of her owne men a score killed she
Was not this a brave bonny Lasse, Mary Ambree?
But then her false Gunner did spoyle her in fent.
Her Powder and Bullets away he had sent:
And then with her weapon she flasht him in three.
Was not this a brave bonny Lasse, Mary Ambree?
Then took she her Castle where she did abide,
Her enimies besiged on every side,
To beate down her Castle walles they did agree,
And all was to overcome Mary Ambree?
Then took she her Sword and Target in hand
And upon her brave Castle walls stoutly did stand,
So daring the Captains to match any three,
And what a brave Captaine was Mary Ambee
At her then they smilled not thinking in heart,
That she could have performed so valorous a part:
The one said to the other we shortly shall see,
This gallant brave Captaine before us to flee.
Why, who doe you think me or take me to be,
Vnto these brave Souldiers so valient spake she?
A Knight Sir of England and Captain quoth they
Whome shortly we meane to take prisoner away.
No Captain of England behould in your sight,
Two brest in on bosom and therefore no Knight:
No Knight Sir of England, nor Captain quoth she,
But even a poore bonny Lasse, Mary Ambree.
But art thou a woman, as thou dost declare;
That hast made us thus spend our armor in war,
The like in our times we never did see,
And therefore we'l honour brave Mary Ambree.
The Prince of great Parma heard of her renown,
Who long had advanced for Englands faire Crown,
In token he sent her a Glove and a Ring,
And said she should be his Bride at his wedding.
Why ho doth he thinke me or take me to be,
Though he be a Prince, and of great dignity.
It shall neuer be said in England so free,
That a stranger did marry with mary Ambree.
Then unto faire England she back did returne,
Still holding the Foes of brave England in scorne,
In valour no woman was ever like she,
Was not this a brave bonny Lasse Mary Ambree?
In this womans praises, Ile here and my Son
Whose heart was approved in valour most [...]
Let all sorts of people what ever they be
Sing forth the great valours of Mary Am [...]
London Prnted for William Gibertson in Giltspur-street.