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io Songs Compleat,
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.