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' No captaine of England ; behold in your sight Two brests in my bosome, and therfore no knight: Noe knight, sirs, of England, nor captaine you see, But a poor simple lass, called Mary Ambree.'—
i But art thou a woman, as thou dost declare, Whose valor hath prov'd so undaunted in warre ? If England doth yield such brave lasses as thee, Full well may they conquer, faire Mary Ambree ! '
xx Then to her owne country shee backe did returne, Still holding the foes of faire England in scorne : Therfore, English captaines of every degree, Sing forth the brave valours of Mary Ambree !
166. The Lady turned Serving-Man
Y OU beauteous ladies great and small, I write unto you, one and all. Whereby that you may understand What I have suffer'd in this land.
II I was by birth a lady fair, My father's chief and only heir; But when my good old father died, Then I was made a young knight's bride.
in And then my love built me a bower, Bedeck'd with many a fragrant flower; A braver bower you ne'er did see Than my true love did build for me. 832