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ADIEU ! adieu ! my only life,

My honour calls me from thee!

Remember thou'rt a ſoldier's wife,

Thoſe tears but ill become thee.

What tho' by duty I am call'd

Where thund'ring cannons rattle,

Where valour'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 up there,

Shall call a guardian angel down,

To watch me in the battle.

My ſafety thy fair truth thall be

As ſword and buckler ſerving:

My life ſhall be more dear to me,

Becauſe of thy preserving;

Let peril come, let horror threat,

Let thund'ring cannons rattle,