A Soldier

By John Suckling

I am a man of war and might,

And know thus much, that I can fight,

Whether I am in the wrong or right,

Devoutly.

No woman under heaven I fear,

New oaths I can exactly swear,

And forty healths my brain will bear

Most stoutly.

I cannot speak, but I can do

As much as any of our crew,

And, if you doubt it, some of you

May prove me.

I dare be bold thus much to say,

If that my bullets do but play,

You would be hurt so night and day,

Yet love me.