VI
‘My soldiers,’ she saith, ‘soe valiant and bold,
Nowe follow your captaine, whom you doe beholde;
Still foremost in battel myself will I be’:
Was not this a brave bonny lass, Mary Ambree?
VII
Then cry’d out her souldiers, and loude they did say,
‘Soe well thou becomest this gallant array,
Thy harte and thy weapons soe well do agree,
There was none that was ever like Mary Ambree.’
VIII
She chearèd her souldiers, that foughten for life,
With ancyent[1302] and standard, with drum and with fyfe,
With brave clanging trumpetts, that sounded so free;
Was not this a brave bonny lass, Mary Ambree?
IX
‘Before I will see the worst of you all
To come into danger of death or of thrall,
This hand and this life I will venture so free’:
Was not this a brave bonny lass, Mary Ambree?
X
She led up her souldiers in battaile array
Gainst three times theyr number by break of the daye;
Seven howers in skirmish continuèd shee:
Was not this a brave bonny lass, Mary Ambree?