Classic Poem

1

Though Oxford be yielded, and Reading be taken,
I'll put in for quarter at thy Maiden-head,
There while I'm insconsed, my Standard's unshaken,
Lie thou in my arms, and I in thy bed
Let the young zelots march with their wenches,
Mounting their tools to edifie trenches
While thou and I do make it our pleasure,
To dig in thy Mine for the purest Treasure,
Where no body else shall plunder but I.

2

And when we together in battail do joyne,
We scorn to wear arms but what are our own,
Strike thou at my body, and I'll thrust at thine,
By nakednesse best the truth is made known
Cannons may roar, and bullets keep flying,
While we are in Battail, we never fear dying
Isaac and's wenches are busy a digging,
But all our delight is in japping and jigging,
And no body else shall plunder but I .

3

And when at the last our bodies are weary,
We'l straight to the Taverns our strength to recruit,
Where, when we've refresht our hearts with Canary,
We shall be the fitter again to go to't
We'l tipple and drink untill we do stagger,
For then is the time for Souldiers to swagger
Thus night and day we'l thump it and knock it,
And when we've no mony then look to your pocket,
For no body else shall plunder but I.