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A Pathetic Ballad Ben Battle was a sold

A Pathetic Ballad

Ben Battle was a soldier bold
And used to war""s alarms
But a cannon ball took off his legs
So he laid down his arms.

Now as they bore him off the field
Said he ""Let others shoot
For here I leave my second leg
And the Forty second Foot.""

The army surgeons made him limbs
Said he ""They""re only pegs
But there""s as wooden members quite
As represent my legs.""

Now Ben he loved a pretty maid
Her name was Nelly Gray
So he went to pay her his devours
When he devoured his pay.

But when he called on Nelly Gray
She made him quite a scoff
And when she saw his wooden legs
Began to take them off.

""O Nelly Gray! O Nelly Gray!""
Is this your love so warm?
The love that loves a scarlet coat
Should be a little more uniform.

Said she "" I loved a soldier once
For he was blithe and brave
But I will never have a man
With both legs in the grave

""Before you had those timber toes
Your love I did allow
But then you know you stand upon
Another footing now.""

""O Nelly Gray! O Nelly Gray!
For all your jeering speeches
At duty""s call I left my legs
In Badajos""s breaches.""

""Why then "" said she ""you""ve lost the feet
Of legs in war""s alarms
And now you cannot wear your shoes
Upon your feats of arms!""

""O false and fickle Nelly Gray!
I know why you refuse
Though I""ve no feet some other man
Is standing in my shoes.

""I wish I ne""er had seen your face
But now a long farewell!
For you will be my death"" alas!
You will not be my Nell!""

Now when he went from Nelly Gray
His heart so heavy got
And life was such a burden grown
It made him take a knot.

So round his melancholy neck
A rope he did intwine
And for his second time in life
Enlisted in the Line.

One end he tied around a beam
And then removed his pegs
And as his legs were off of course
He soon was off his legs.

And there he hung till he was dead
As any nail in town
For though distress had cut him up
It could not cut him down.

A dozen men sat on his corpse
To find out why he died
And they buried Ben in four cross roads
With a stake in his inside..

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