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 To the juft Powers above for aid I appeal, Not a thing from his view did I ever conceal; But, alas! now he fcorn* me, to another he’s flown, That heart tho' once foft now is cold as a ftone. Chorus. O why did I venture o’er, etc.

The dear little infant that fits on my knee, It knows not at all its parents’ fad plea, While innocence & beauty fhine in its fweet face, As the fparkling tears fall, I my infant embrace. Chorus. O why did I venture o’er, etc.

How happy is the maiden tho’ ever fo poor, No trouble or grief ever enters their door. Contented they live altho' poor and mean, Yet joy and content with them ever is feen etc.

WINE IS COMMANDER.

I N the exercife manual we heroes go thro’, Of fnoulder your firelock, prefent, fire, boo I I don’t know how it is, tho’ I make fhift to pafs, | I can exercife beft with the bottle and glafs; Then hafte to the camp, for as long d’ye fee, As good wine is commander, a foldier I’ll be.

So profound my refpect to good wine that I doubt, | I may chance to detect, when the bottles are out, Yet the braveft muft femetimes the bottle decline, t And ftill fight my boys, to the laft drop of wine. Then hey for the camp, etc.

If wine gives us courage, the wartror’sehief boaft. Surely he’s the beft foldier that tipples the moft, And fhould I get tipfey, thus much I will fay. That when I can’t ftand, I will ne’er run away. Then hey for the camp, etc.

Printed by J. and M. Roberton, Saltmarket, 1802.