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110 - MAET AMBEEE.
They mustred their souldiers by two and by
three, And the formost in battle was Mary Ambree.
When [the] brave sergeant-major was slaine in her sight, «
Who was her true lover, her joy, and delight, Because he was slaine most treacherouslie, Then vowd to revenge him Mary Ambree.
She clothed herselfe from the top to the toe, In buffe of the bravest, most seemelye to showe; 10 A faire shirt of male then slipped on shee: Was not this a brave bonny lass, Mary Ambree ?
A helmett of proofe shee strait did provide, A stronge arminge-sword shee girt by her side, On her hand a goodly faire gauntlett put shee: is Was not this a brave bonny lass, Mary Ambree ?
Then tooke shee her sworde and her targett in
hand, Bidding all such, as wold, [to] bee of her band ; To wayte on her person came thousand and three: Was not this a brave bonny lass, Mary Ambree ? 20
" My soldiers," she saith, " soe valliant and bold, Nowe followe your captaine, whom you doe beholde;
6. So P. C. Sir John Major in MS.