_With his new Discipline, new Armes, old Stomacke, and new taken
pillage, who had rather Eate than Fight._
If any Souldate [106.]
think I do appeare,
In this strange Armes
and posture, as a Jeere,
Let him advance up to me
he shall see,
Ile stop his mouth
and we wil both agree.
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Our Skirmish ended
our Enemies fled or slaine
Pillage wee cry then,
for the Souldiers game,
And this compleat Artillery
I have got,
The best of Souldiers,
I think, hateth not.
My Martiall Armes
dealt I amongst my foes
With this I charged stand
'gainst hungers blowes;
This is Munition
if a Souldier lacke,
He fights like _Iohn a dreams_[F. 201]
or Lent's thin _Jacke_.[F. 202]
All safe and cleare,
my true Arms rest awhile,
And welcome pillage
you have foes to soile.
This Pot, my Helmet,
must not be forsaken,
For loe I seiz'd it
full of Hens and Bacon.
Rebels for Rebels drest it
but our hot rost
Made them to flye
and now they kisse the post.
And better that to kisse
than stay for Pullets
And have their bellies
cram'd with leaden bullets.
This fowle my Feather is,
who wins most fame,
To weare a pretty Duck
he need not shame;
This Spit my well chargd
Musket with a Goose,
Now cryes come eate me,
let your stomacks loose.
This Dripping Pan's my
target, and this Hartichoke
My Basket-hilted blade
can make 'em smoake,
And make them slash and cut
who most Home puts,
Ile most my fury
sheath into his guts.
This Forke my Rest is,
and my Bandaleers
Canary Bottles,
that can quell base feares,
And make us quaffe downe
danger, if this not doe,
What is it then? can raise
a spiritt into fearfull men.
This Match are linkes
to light down to my belly
Wherein are darksome chinks
as I may tell yee,
Or Sassages, or Puddings,
choose you which,
An excellent Needle,
Hungers wounds to stitch.
These my Supporters,
garter'd with black pots,
Can steele the nose
& purg the brain of plots;
These tosts my shooestrings,
steept in this strong fog,
Is able of themselves
to foxe a Dog.
These Armes being vanisht,
once againe appeare
A true and faithful Souldier
_As you were_;
But if this wants,
and that we have no biting
In our best Armours
we make sorry fighting.