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<DATE>2008-05-06</DATE>
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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B080413.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<VID>182072</VID>
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<HEAD>The Woman Warrier:</HEAD>
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<P>BEING An Account of a young Woman who lived in <HI>Cow-Cro&s;s,</HI> near <HI>We&s;t-&s;mithfield;</HI> who changing her Apparel Entered her &s;elf on Board, in quallity of a Soldier, and &s;ailed to <HI>Ireland,</HI> where &s;he Valliantly behaved her &s;elf, particularly at the Siege of <HI>Cork,</HI> where &s;he lo&s;t her Toes and received a Mortal Wound in her Body, of which &s;he &s;ince Dyed in her return to <HI>London.</HI></P>
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<OPENER>To the Tune of <HI>Let the Solders</HI> rejoice.</OPENER>
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<P>Licen&s;ed according to Order.</P>
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<L>LEt the Females attend</L>
<L>To the Lines which are penn'd,</L>
<L>For here I &s;hall gi&mdash;be a Relation,</L>
<L>Of a young Married Wife,</L>
<L>Who did venture her Life,</L>
<L>For a Soldier, a Soldier, &s;he went from the Nation.</L>
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<L>She her Husband did leave,</L>
<L>And did likewi&s;e receive</L>
<L>Her Arms, and on Bo&mdash;ard &s;he did enter,</L>
<L>And right valiantly went,</L>
<L>With a Re&s;olution bent</L>
<L>To the Ocean, the Ocean, her Life there to venture.</L>
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<L>Yet of all the Ship's Crew</L>
<L>Not a Seaman that knew</L>
<L>They then had a Wo&mdash;man &s;o near 'em;</L>
<L>On the Ocean &s;o deep,</L>
<L>She her Council did keep,</L>
<L>Aye, and therefore, and therefore &s;he never did fear 'em.</L>
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<L>She was valiant and bold,</L>
<L>And would not be controll'd</L>
<L>By any that da&mdash;re to offend her:</L>
<L>If a Quarrel aro&s;e,</L>
<L>She would give them dry Blows,</L>
<L>And the Captain, the Captain did highly comend her.</L>
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<L>For he took her to be</L>
<L>Then of no mean Degree,</L>
<L>A Gentleman's So&mdash;n or a 'Squire;</L>
<L>With a hand white and fair,</L>
<L>There was none could compare,</L>
<L>Which the Captain, the Captain did often admire.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>On the Iri&s;h Shore</L>
<L>Where the Cannons did roar,</L>
<L>With many &s;tout La&mdash;ds &s;he was landed;</L>
<L>There her Life to expo&s;e,</L>
<L>She lo&s;t Two of her Toes,</L>
<L>And in Battel, in Battel was daily commanded.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Vnder <HI>Grafton</HI> &s;he fought,</L>
<L>Like a brave Hero &s;tout,</L>
<L>And made the proud To&mdash;ries retire;</L>
<L>She in Field did appear</L>
<L>With a Heart void of Fear,</L>
<L>And &s;he bravely, &s;he bravely did charge and give Fire.</L>
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<L>While the battering Balls,</L>
<L>Did a&s;&s;ault the &s;trong Walls</L>
<L>Of <HI>Cork,</HI> and the &s;we&mdash;et Trumpets &s;ounded,</L>
<L>She did bravely advance</L>
<L>Where by unhappy Chance,</L>
<L>This young Female, young Female, was fataly wounded,</L>
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<LG>
<L>At the end of the Fray,</L>
<L>Still &s;he langui&s;hing lay,</L>
<L>Then over the O&mdash;cean they brought her,</L>
<L>To her own Native Shore,</L>
<L>Now they ne'er knew before,</L>
<L>That a Woman, a Woman, had been in that &s;laughter.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>What &s;he long had conceal'd,</L>
<L>Now at length &s;he reveal'd,</L>
<L>That &s;he was a Wo&mdash;man that ventur'd,</L>
<L>Then to <HI>London</HI> with care,</L>
<L>She did &s;treightways repair,</L>
<L>But &s;he dy'd, oh! &s;he dy'd e'er the City &s;he enter'd,</L>
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<LG>
<L>When her Parents beheld,</L>
<L>They with Sorrow was fill'd</L>
<L>For why they did dear&mdash;ly adore her,</L>
<L>In her Grave now &s;he lies,</L>
<L>'Tis not watry Eyes,</L>
<L>No nor &s;ighing, nor &s;ighing, that e'er can re&s;tore her.</L>
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<P><HI>Printed for <HI>Charles Bates</HI> next to the Crown Tavern in <HI>We&s;t-&s;mith field.</HI></HI></P>
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