The trumpets sound, The colors they are flying, boys; May we still be found, Content with our hard fate, my boys, On the cold ground. Why soldiers, why Should we be melancholy, boys? Whose business 'tis to die What-sighing? fie! Don't fear, drink on, be jolly, boys; Cold, hot, wet, or dry, We're always bound to follow, boys; "Tis but in vain, (I mean not to upbraid you, boys,) For soldiers to complain; Should next campaign Send us to Him who made us, boys, But if we remain, THE SOLDIER'S ADIEU. ADIEU, adieu, my only life, My honor calls me from thee, Remember thou'rt a soldier's wife, Those tears but ill become thee; What though by duty I am call'd, Where thundering cannon's rattle, Where valor's self might stand appall'd, Where valor's self might stand appall'd, When on the wings of thy dear love, To Heaven above Thy fervent orisons are flown, The tender pray'r thou puttest up there, My safety thy fair truth shall be, Enough, with that benignant smile THE DRUM. COME, each gallant lad, Who for pleasure quits care; To the drum, drum, drum, &c. To the drum-head with spirit repair. Each recruiter takes his glass, And each young soldier with his lass, While the drum beats tattoo, while, &c. Retires the sweet night to pass. Each night gaily lads Thus we'll merrily waste, 'Till the drum, drum, drum, &c. Till the drum tells us 'tis past. Picquet arms at dawn now shine, And each drum ruffles down the line, Now the drums beat reveille, now, &c. Saluting the day divine. But hark! yonder shouts See the standard now alarms, &c. THE SOLDIER'S BRIDE. THE moon was beaming silver bright, Beneath the tower, He murmur'd soft, "Oh, nothing fearing, List! list, list, love; list! dear tis I; Then whisper'd Love, "Oh, maiden fair, That champs the rein, delay reproving, List! list, list, love; list! dear, tis I; And now the gallant Soldier's Bride, And chance, or joy, or woe betide, When 'neath the tow'r, He whisper'd soft, "Oh, nothing fearing, List! list, list, love; list! dear, 'tis I; Ir was Dunois, the young and brave, was bound for Palestine, But first he made his orisons before St. Mary's shrine; "And grant, Immortal Queen of Heaven," was still the soldier's prayer, "That I may prove the bravest knight, and love the fairest fair." His oath of honor on the shrine he graved it with his sword, And followed to the Holy Land the banner of his lord; Where faithful to his noble vow, his war-cry fill'd the air, "Be honor'd aye the bravest knight, belov'd the fairest fair." They owed the conquest to his arm, and then his liege lord said, "The heart that has for honor beat, by bliss must be repaid; My daughter Isabel and thou shall be a wedded pair, For thou art bravest of the brave, she fairest of the fair." And then they bound the holy knot before St. Mary's shrine, That makes a paradise on earth, if hearts and hands combine; And every lord and lady bright that were in chapel there, Cried, "Honor'd be the bravest knight, belov'd the fairest fair." TUNE- The Moreen.' THE Minstrel boy to the war is gone, The minstrel fell! but the foemen's chain Thy songs were made for the pure and free, |