SOLDIER MADE

When I was a fare made at the age of sweet sixteen
From my parents I did run away a soldjier to became
I enlysted in the army a soldjier for to bee
And they learned me too play upon the rubadubadee

With my nice cape and fethers if you only could have seed
You'd have swore in your very hart a yonge man I had beed
With my gentel waste so slender and my fingers long and small
I could rattle up the rubadubadee the best of them awl

Oh many is the prank I plaiyed upon the feeld
And many was the young man his love tool me reveeled
Many a prank have I seen among the French
And so boldly I fought, though only a wench

With my regimental at the front all times I might have been
With the brave Duke of York at the siege of Valley Green
But was flavored by my officer for feer I mite bee slane
I was sent back home to England back for recrooting back again

Many a knight in the guard room I have laid
I never was afraid to lie down with the men
At the pulling off my breeches I oftimes gave a smile
To think I laid with a whole regiment, and made em all the while

They might never have been knowne until this very hour
But they sent me up to London to keep sedentary in the Tower
A lady fell in love with me, I told her I was made
She went too my osiffer, and my secret she beetrayed

My orfficer sent for me to see if that was troo
I told him that it was - What else could I do?
I told him it was and he smiled at me and sayed
It's a pity for to loose you, such a dummer as you, made

But fore your valyiant conduit at the seiege of Valley Green
A bounty you shall get my girl, a bounty from the king
But shood the wars arise again and the King be wanting men
I'll put on my regimentals and I'll fight in them agen

Is that the one? - Leftkin