The Woman Warrier:

Being An Account of a young Woman who lived in Cow-Cross near West smithfield; who changing her Apparel Entered her self on Board, in quality of a Soldier, and sailed to Ireland, where she Valliantly behaved her self, particularly at the Siege of Cork, where she lost her Toes and received a Mortal Wound in her body, of which she since Dyed in her return to London.

Let the Females attend
To the Lines which are penn’d.
For here I shall gi—–ve a Relation,
Of a young Married Wife,
Who did venture her Life,
For a Soldier, a Soldier,
she went from the Nation.
She her Husband did leave,
And did likewise receive
her Arms and on B—-ard she did enter,
And right valiantly went,
With a Resolution bent,
To the Ocean, the Ocean,
her Life there to venture.
Yet of all the Ship’s Crew
Not a Seaman that knew
They then had a Wo—-man so near’em;
On the Ocean so deep,
She her Council did keep,
Aye, and therefore, and therefore
she never did fear ’em.
She was valiant and bold,
And would not be controll’d
By any that da—-re to offend her;
If a Quarrel arose,
She would give them dry Blows,
And the Captain, the Captain
did highly commend her
For he took her to be
Then of no mean Degree,
A Gentleman’s So—-n or a Squire;
With a hand white and fair,
There was none could compare,
Which the Captain, the Captain
did often admire
On the Irish shore Where the Cannons did roar,
With many stout la—-ds she was landed;
There her life to expose,
She lost two of her Toes,
And in Battel, in Battel
was daily commanded.
Under Grafton she fought,
Like a brave hero stout,
And made the proud To—-ries 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 Swe—et Trumpets sounded,
She did bravely advance
Where by unhappy Chance,
This young Female, young Female,
was fataly wounded.
At the end of the fray,
Still she languishing lay,
Then over the O—-cean 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 Wo—-man that ventur’d,
Then to London with care,
She did streight ways 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 dear—-ly adore her,
In her Grave now she lies,
‘Tis not watry Eyes,
No nor, sighing, nor sighting,
that e’er can restore her.

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