Wit and Mirth: or Pills to Purge Melancholy, Vol. 5 of 6
General
Wit and Mirth: or Pills to Purge Melancholy, Vol. 5 of 6
Ballads, English; Songs, English
With an _Old John Norris_, the General,
That at old _Gaunt_, made his Fame Immortal,
In spight of his Foes, with no loss at all,
_Like an old Soldier_, &c.
Like _Old Brest Fort_, an invincible thing,
When the old _Queen_ sent him to help the _French_ King,
Took from the proud _Fox_, to the World's wond'ring,
_Like an old Soldier_, &c.
Where an old stout _Fryer_, as goes the Story,
Came to push of Pike with him in Vain-glory,
But he was almost sent to his own _Purgatory_,
_By this old Soldier_, &c.
With an _Old Ned Norris_, that kept _Ostend_,
A terror to Foe, and a Refuge to Friend,
And left it Impregnable to his last End,
_Like an old Soldier_, &c.
That in the old unfortunate Voyage of all,
March'd o'er the old Bridge, and knock'd at the Wall,
Of _Lisbon_, the Mistress of _Portugal_,
_Like an old Soldier_, &c.
With an _Old Tim Norris_, by the old _Queen_ sent,
Of _Munster_ in _Ireland_, Lord President,
Where his Days and his Blood in her service he spent,
_Like an old Soldier_, &c.
With an _Old Harry Norris_, in Battle wounded,
In his Knee, whose Leg was cut off, and he said,
You have spoil'd my Dancing, and dy'd in his Bed,
_Like an old Soldier_, &c.
With an _Old Will Norris_, the oldest of all,
Who went voluntary, without any Call,
To th' old _Irish_ Wars, to's Fame Immortal,
_Like an old Soldier_, &c.
With an _Old Dick Wenman_, the first in his Prime,
That over the Walls of old _Cales_ did Clime,
And there was Knighted, and liv'd all his Time,
_Like an old Soldier_, &c.
With _Old Nando Wenman_, when _Brest_ was o'er thrown,
Into the Air, into the Seas, with Gunpowder blown,
Yet bravely recovering, long after was known,
_For an Old Soldier_, &c.
When an _Old Tom Wenman_, whose bravest delight,
Was in a good Cause for his Country to Fight,
And dy'd in _Ireland_, a good old Knight,
_And an old Soldier_, &c.
With a Young _Ned Wenman_, so valiant and bold,
In the Wars of _Bohemia_, as with the Old,
Deserves for his Valour to be Enroll'd,
_An old Soldier_, &c.
And thus of Old Soldiers, ye hear the Fame,
But ne'er so many of one House and Name,
And all of old _John Lord Viscount_ of _Thame_,
_An old Soldier of the Queens,_
_And the Queens old Soldier._
_On the Tombs in_ Westminster Abby.
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