(The Catholick Brother) A Song.
DEAR Catholick brother are you come from the Wars,
So lame of your foots and your Face full of Scars;
To see your poor Shela who with great grief was fill'd,
For you my dear Joy when I think you were kill'd.
With a Fa la, la.
O my shoul my dear Shela, I'm glad you see me,
For if I were dead now, I could not see thee;