The Scotch VIRAGO. A SONG Sung to the Queen at Kensington. Thomas D'Urfey Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. R17889 D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723. New poems, consisting of satyrs, elegies, and odes together with a choice collection of the newest court songs set to musick by the best masters of the age / all written by Mr. D'Urfey. London Printed for J. Bullord ... and A. Roper ... 1690 pp. 183-185. [16],207,[1]p.

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The Scotch VIRAGO . A SONG Sung to the Queen at Kensington . The Words made to a pretty New Scotch Tune . I. Valliant Iockey's march'd away , To fight the Foe with brave Mackay , Leaving me , poor Soul , forlorn , To Curse the hour when I was born ; But , I've sworn Ise follow too , And dearest Iockey's Fate pursue , Near him be to guard his pretious Life , Never Scot had such a Loyal Wife ; Sword Ise wear , Ise cut my Hair , Tan my Cheeks , that once were thought so fair , In Souldiers Weed , To him I'll speed , Never sike a Trooper cross'd the Tweed . II . Trumpet sound to Victory , Ise kill ( my self ) the next Dundee ; Love , and Fate , and Rage , do all agree , To do some glorious Deed by me . Great Bellona , take my part , Fame and Glory , charm my Heart , That for Love , and bonny Scotlands good , Some brave Action may deserve my Blood ; Nought shall appear , Of Female fear , Fighting by his Side , I love so dear ; All the North shall own , There ne'er was known Such a spritely Lass this thousand years .