To a marching tune.

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I serv'd my love, when he came home,

His meal; then on his knee

I told him what I might become,

And he kiss'd me;

Then said, "Indeed, there may be need

Of this little one,

For many a woman's heart must bleed

For wanting of a son.

"Since we awoke, the word is spoke,

And if 'tis still right

That English folk keep faith unbroke,

Then must England fight."

I could not look, nor think, nor ask

What himself would do,

But call'd to task my pride, to bask

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