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LOVE A SERGEANT
Run, gallants, run
This is Love's own day.
Hark! up and down the street
His rolling drum is beat:
Rub a dub, rub a dub:
Ye that will come may.
This is Love's own day.
Hark! up and down the street
His rolling drum is beat:
Rub a dub, rub a dub:
Ye that will come may.
Lo! yonder he doth stand,
His quiver in his hand.
All ye that may be willing
To take his proffered shilling,
Make no delay,
But come away
And join his valiant band.
His quiver in his hand.
All ye that may be willing
To take his proffered shilling,
Make no delay,
But come away
And join his valiant band.
Look, how he doth unfurl
His banner! 'tis a curl
Of auburn flowing hair;
And, for those who love not fair,
He hath of dark a store,
With many colours more:
His shield wears for device
Two pretty shining eyes,
And a heart doth show there too,
With an arrow stricken through.
Oh, his warfare is so sweet
For those who therein meet,
That for very joy they shout
And they cry,
Till we die
We will fight the battle out!
His banner! 'tis a curl
Of auburn flowing hair;
And, for those who love not fair,
He hath of dark a store,
With many colours more:
His shield wears for device
Two pretty shining eyes,
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With an arrow stricken through.
Oh, his warfare is so sweet
For those who therein meet,
That for very joy they shout
And they cry,
Till we die
We will fight the battle out!
Come then, ye gallants, bent
To serve Love's regiment,
Whilst with a loud rebound
His rolling drum doth sound
Rub a dub, rub a dub,
To all the country round.
To serve Love's regiment,
Whilst with a loud rebound
His rolling drum doth sound
Rub a dub, rub a dub,
To all the country round.
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