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a broad Sword thro' my Guts. ]

Coridon.

Dull Fool rail no more at Cavaleering, What a damn'd Scandal it is, To sneak here at home, Grow mouldy with peace, When loud Fame calls thee out; Where bold Dragoons are Domineering, Thou'lt see fortune ready to befriend thee, If thou art wounded, For Honour and Valour, Preferment's propounded.

Colin.

I fear my Commission, Will prove but a Vision, For when I am posted, On Mines, where I'm like to be roasted, 'Tis forty to one but I'm puff'd from my future Command, Or if with much Toyling, I chance to scape Broyling, A damn'd bit of Lead, Drills me quite thro' the Head, How the Devil then shall I kiss the King's Hand, Zoons, how shall I kiss the King's Hand.

To the Second Part of the Tune.

Coridon.

From Bullets and Fire, Tho' oft we retire,