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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>News from the Camp, ON BLACK HEATH:</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">OR, The Noble Souldiers Re&s;olution: EXPRESSING His Heroick Courage to &s;erve his King, and Country, to his utmo&s;t Abillity, Through all Dangers and Exigences.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>COme all you brave Gallants! away to the Feild,</L>
<L>Where Honour her Crowns and her Laurels doth yeild:</L>
<L>Leave Drinking, and Fooling, and dandling of Wenches,</L>
<L>To take up your Lodging in Tents, and in Trenches:</L>
<L>Our Countries <HI>Foes</HI> we will &s;trike with a Dampe,</L>
<L>And out-&s;hine the Reports of <HI>Tilbury-Campe.</HI></L>
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<L>Should <HI>Cae&s;ars</HI> bold Army Revive once again,</L>
<L><HI>Romes</HI> Eagles mu&s;t &s;toope to the Cro&s;s of <HI>Britain;</HI></L>
<L>Nor &s;hould that proud <HI>Bully,</HI> the Grand <HI>Alexander,</HI></L>
<L>Henceforth &s;tile him&s;elf Univer&s;al <HI>Commander,</HI></L>
<L>Nor Cry for more Worlds, for, lo! here he might find,</L>
<L>Another more &s;tout, yet Unconquer'd behind.</L>
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<L><HI>Great Britain,</HI> That World by it &s;elf, which gives Law</L>
<L>To it's Neighbours, and keeps U&s;urpers in Awe,</L>
<L>Which letters the <HI>Ocean</HI> in Chains, as of old,</L>
<L>King <HI>Zerxes</HI> Attempted in vain, we are told,</L>
<L>But now 'tis her Captive, where each Man of Warr,</L>
<L>Rules as he li&s;ts, and all others can Barr.</L>
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<L>Yet the Bounds to Increa&s;e of her &s;preading Command,</L>
<L>She endeavours to grow no le&s;s potent by Land,</L>
<L>For Forces, all places do Club, and the Shires:</L>
<L>Vye which &s;hall &s;end fa&s;te&s;t their brave Volunteirs,</L>
<L>For he is a Cock&s;comb, a Coward, or wor&s;e</L>
<L>That Comes not his <HI>Country</HI> to &s;erve, but on force.</L>
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<L>From <HI>York-Shire,</HI> I'&s;e lately Marcht up to the Town,</L>
<L>And the <HI>Dee'l</HI> Split my Crag if again I'le gang down,</L>
<L>Without doing &s;omething &s;hall make it appear,</L>
<L>A <HI>Northern Lad</HI> &s;corns to be Hector'd by feare,</L>
<L>Our <HI>Armes</HI> th<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="under-inked" EXTENT="1 letter">y are good, our bodies are &s;trong</L>
<L>Let <HI>Old-men</HI> A<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="under-inked" EXTENT="1 letter">vi&s;e, we will Fight that are <HI>Young.</HI></L>
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<L>Then ba&s;ten away to the noble <HI>Campaign,</HI></L>
<L>And when the <HI>Drum</HI> Beats, Let us over the <HI>Main,</HI></L>
<L>The Winds &s;hall a&s;&s;i&s;t with a bountiful Gale.</L>
<L>And waft our <HI>Fleet</HI> or'e with a full &s;preading <HI>Sail.</HI></L>
<L>Whil&s;t the Skies being rent with our <HI>Cannons</HI> Loud Rore</L>
<L><HI>Waves</HI> Dance to that <HI>Mu&s;ick,</HI> And &s;et us on <HI>Shore.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>No danger &s;hall daunt us, no Toile, nor no Pain,</L>
<L>Wee, are Sons of the Blade, and not born to complain,</L>
<L>To our Foes wee'l appear as furious and Rough</L>
<L>As Seas, when Winds meet on their Brow with a Huff,</L>
<L>But &s;treight to our Friends no le&s;s gentle are mad<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="under-inked" EXTENT="1 letter">,</L>
<L>Then Lovers kind Notes in a Sycamore &s;hade.</L>
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<L>Where e're our <HI>Prince</HI> plea&s;es our Arms to imploy,</L>
<L>Wee'l follow our <HI>Leaders</HI> with Courage and Joy,</L>
<L>By <HI>Land,</HI> or by Sea, whether Battel or Seige,</L>
<L>Wee'l Accompli&s;h all things that our duties obleige:</L>
<L>This Generous Soul each true <HI>Souldier</HI> &s;hould have,</L>
<L>If he cannot Triumph, he'<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="under-inked" EXTENT="1 letter"> content with a Grave.</L>
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<L>Farewell to our Friends, it &s;hall never be &s;ed,</L>
<L>We di&s;honour the parts wherein we were bred,</L>
<L>Farewel to our wives, poor hearts though we Roam.</L>
<L>Tis like we're as hone&s;t as they are at Home:</L>
<L>But a thou&s;and Farewells to tho&s;e La&s;&s;es &s;o kind,</L>
<L>For who&s;e &s;akes I am vext we mu&s;t <HI>Leave</HI> them behind.</L>
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<L>Now let the <HI>Drums</HI> rattle, the <HI>Trumpets</HI> re&s;ound.</L>
<L>And Brazen-mouth'd <HI>Cannons,</HI> with breath tear the ground</L>
<L>We &s;corn for all this, the Lea&s;t fears to betray.</L>
<L>More danger, more Honour, the Proverb doth &s;ay,</L>
<L>When <HI>Bullets</HI> about us Like <HI>Atoms</HI> do fly, (</L>
<L>The <HI>Ba&s;e</HI> may Retreat, the <HI>Brave</HI> rather will dy.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>With Allowance.</HI></P>
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<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed for <HI>Thomas Vere,</HI> at the Angel without <HI>Newgate.</HI> 1673.</P>
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