fe to expose,
She lost two of her Toes,
And in Battle, in Battle was daily commended.

Under _Grafton_ she fought,
Like a brave Hero stout,
And made the proud Tories retire;
She in Field did appear,
With a Heart void of Fear,
And she bravely, she bravely did charge and give fire.

While the battering Balls,
Did assault the strong Walls,
Of _Cork_ and the sweet Trumpets sounded;
She did bravely advance,
Where by unhappy Chance,
This young Female, young Female alass she was wounded.

At the End of the Fray,
Still she languishing lay,
Then over the Ocean they brought her;
To her own Native Shore,
Now they ne'er knew before,
That a Woman, a Woman had been in that Slaughter.

What she long had conceal'd,
Now at length she reveal'd,
That she was a Woman that ventur'd;
Then to _London_ with care,
She did straitways repair,
But she dy'd, oh she dy'd e'er the City she enter'd.

When her Parents beheld,
They with Sorrow was fill'd,
For why they did dearly adore her:
In her Grave now she lies,
'Tis not watery Eyes,
No nor Sighing, nor Sighing that e'er can restore her.

_A Medly, Compos'd out of several_ SONGS.

[Music]

State and Ambition, all Joy to great _Caesar_,
_Sawney_ shall ne'er be my Colly my Cow;
All Hail to the Shades, all Joy to the Bridegroom,
And call upon _Dobbin_ with Hi, Je, ho.
Remember ye Whigs, what was formerly done;
And _Jenny_ come tye my bonny Cravat,
If I live to grow old for I find I go down,
For I cannot come every Day to Wooe.

_Jove_ in his Throne was a Fumbler, _Tom Farthing_,
And _Jockey_ and _Jenny_ together did lie;
Oh Mother _Roger_: Boys, fill us a Bumper,
For why will ye die my poor _Caelia_, ah why?
Hark! how thundring Cannons do roar,
Ladies of _London_ both wealthy and fair;
_Charon_ make hast and Ferry me over,
Lilli burlero bullen a lah.

_Chloris_ awake, Four-pence-half-penny-farthing,
Give me the Lass that is true Country bred;
Like _John_ of _Gaunt_ I walk in _Covent-Garden_,
I am a Maid and a very good Maid:
Twa bonny Lads was _Sawney_ and _Jockey_,
The Delights of the Bottle and Charms of good Wine;
Wading the Water so deep my sweet _Moggy_,
Cold and Raw, let it run in the right Line.

Old _Obadiah_ sings _Ave-Maria_,
Sing Lulla-by-Baby with a Dildo;
The old Woman and her Cat sat by the Fire,
Now this is my Love d'y' like her ho?
Old _Charon_ thus preached to his Pupil _Achilles_,
And und