Illustrated handbill poem, a street ballad entitled 'A New Song, entitled, Dear Peggy.'

Printed on one side of a piece of wove paper roughly 230 x 90 mm. On pitted, aged paper. Text complete. Approximate 30 x 50 mm piece torn away from top right-hand corner, causing loss to small illustration at head, which appears to be a crude woodcut of a woman lying in a coffin. The poem consists of thirty-six lines arranged in five stanzas. The first stanza reads 'Dear Peggy, read this letter, | its the last one I'll send, | Our long correspondence, | is now at an end. | I am wounded through the body | no surgeon can cure, | The pain that I feel | is hard to endure.' Last stanza reads 'Farewel my dear Peggy, | farewel for evermore, | For I never will see you | my own native shore.' The narrator appears to have been shot in battle. He stops the 'flow from my wound [...] for to gain as much time, | As to write unto Peggy'. Scarce. No item with this title on COPAC or at the British Library.