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THE SOLDIER'S FAREWELL
9 M. He love your wench, my sweetest, I do vow, I'le watch time when she may pleasure you. T. But you will grieve to see me sleep in bed, And vou must wait still in anothers stead.
10 M. Tie watch my love to see you sleep in rest, And when you sleep then I shall think me blest. T. The time will come you must delivered be, If in the Camp it will discredit me.
11 M. He go from you before the time shall be, When all is well my love againe ile see.
T. All will not serve for Margaret must not go, Then do resolve my Love, what else to do.
12 M. If nought wil serve why then sweet love adieu.1 I needs must die, and yet in dying true.
T. Nay stay my love, for I love Margaret well, And here I vow with Margaret to dwell.
13 M. Give me your hand, your Margaret livs again.1 T. Here is my hand, ile never breed thy pain.
M. I'le kiss my Love in token it is so.
T. We will be wed, come Margaret let us go.
London, Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright. 1 No period in the text.