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And when her false gunner, to spoyle her intent, Away all her pellets and powder had sent, Straight with her keen weapon she slasht him in three: Was not this a brave bonny lass, Mary Ambree !
Being falselye betrayed for lucre of nyre, At length she was forced to make a retyre; Then her souldiers into a strong castle drew she: Was not this a brave bonny lass, Mary Ambree ?
Her foes they beset her on everye side, As thinking close siege shee co'ld never abide; To beate down the walles they all did decree: But stoutlye defyed them brave Mary Ambree.
xv Then tooke she her sword and her target in hand, And mounting the walls all undaunted did stand, There daring their captaines to match any three: O what a brave captaine was Mary Ambree !
' Now saye, English captaine, what woldest thou give To ransome thy selfe, which else must not live ? Come yield thy selfe quicklye, or slaine thou must bee.'— O then smiled sweetlye brave Mary Ambree.
' Ye captaines couragious, of valour so bold, Whom thinke you before you now you doe behold ?'— ' A knight, sir, of England, and captaine soe free, Who shortelye with us a pris'ner must bee.'—