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THE SOLDIER’S DEPARTURE

The Trumpet resounds from afar, The clangour of arms to proclaim; Bold Mars calls his soldiers to war, To laurels of honour and fame. The drum summons loud to the field. And love to my fair summons too; But fondness to glory must yield, Your Soldier must part from his Sue.

In horror, when battle’s alarms, With a dour when pants every heart, The Hero swift rushes to arms, T’ encounter the death-pointed dart. Midst bloodshed that purple the ground. With horror and carnage in view, Tho’ smarting and deep be the wounds, Your Soldier will think on his Sue.

Then don’t be faint-hearted, my dear. Nor unto dull sorrow a prey; Let hope wipe away ev’ry tear. That falls when your Soldier’s away. Return’d from the perils of wrar. With heart ever constant and true, He’d forget every danger and fear, When bless’d in the arms of his Sue.