LADY OF LATE.
A lady, a lady, a lady of late,
Was courted by a soldier whose fortune was great;
A fortune so great that it scarce could be told,
And the lady loved him because he was bold.
"My fattier is so cruel I fear I shall be slain"
"Oh. don't fear at all, " said the soldier wild disdain;
He drew his sword and pistol and swung them by his side,
Saying: "We will yet be married whatever may betide."
So they Quietly were married-returning home again,
she spied her father coming with many armed men;
"Oh, yonder comes my father, I know-I shall be slain " "Fear not," the soldier said, "I will his silence soon obtain."
Forward steps the old man and to her did appeal
"Is this your doing, daughter? I pray you at once tell;
Is it your intention to be a soldier's wife?
If so," in this lone valley I soon will end your life.
He drew his sword and pistol and made them much to rattle,
The lady held the soldier's horse while he did give them battle;
The first-one he reached he pierced through the main,
Then followed the others and served them the same.
"Oh, run, " cried the remaining once, "we find 'tis all in vain,
To fight a valiant soldier that never can be slain;"
"Stop!" said the old man, "don't carry yourself so bold.
You shall have my daughter and ten thousand pounds in gold."
"Fight on! "said the lady the portion she thought small,
"Be quiet! " said the old man, "and you shall have it all;"
He took him to his own home and called him son most dear,
It was not from good nature, but rather that of fear.
Come all you rich ladies, while happy in your store,
Never slight a gallant soldier even though he be poor;
If he be good natured, good humored, kind and free,
See how he'll ever willing fight for love and liberty