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To the just Powers above for aid I appeal,
Not a thing from his view did I ever conceal;
But, alas! now he scorns me, to another he's flown,
That heart tho' once soft now is cold as a stone.
Chorus. O why did I venture o'er, etc.
Not a thing from his view did I ever conceal;
But, alas! now he scorns me, to another he's flown,
That heart tho' once soft now is cold as a stone.
Chorus. O why did I venture o'er, etc.
The dear little infant that sits on my knee,
It knows not at all its parents' sad plea,
While innocence & beauty shine in its sweet face,
As the sparkling tears fall, I my infant embrace.
Chorus. O why did I venture o'er, etc.
It knows not at all its parents' sad plea,
While innocence & beauty shine in its sweet face,
As the sparkling tears fall, I my infant embrace.
Chorus. O why did I venture o'er, etc.
How happy is the maiden tho' ever so poor,
No trouble or grief ever enters their door,
Contented they live altho' poor and mean,
Yet joy and content with them ever is seen, etc.
No trouble or grief ever enters their door,
Contented they live altho' poor and mean,
Yet joy and content with them ever is seen, etc.
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WINE IS COMMANDER.
In the exercise manual we heroes go thro',
Of shoulder your firelock, present, fire, bool
I don't know how it is, tho' I make shift to pass,
I can exercise best with the bottle and glass;
Then haste to the camp, for as long d'ye see,
As good wine is commander, a soldier I'll be.
Of shoulder your firelock, present, fire, bool
I don't know how it is, tho' I make shift to pass,
I can exercise best with the bottle and glass;
Then haste to the camp, for as long d'ye see,
As good wine is commander, a soldier I'll be.
So profound my respect to good wine that I doubt,
I may chance to desert, when the bottles are out,
Yet the bravest must sometimes the bottle decline,
And still fight my boys, to the last drop of wine.
Then hey for the camp, etc.
I may chance to desert, when the bottles are out,
Yet the bravest must sometimes the bottle decline,
And still fight my boys, to the last drop of wine.
Then hey for the camp, etc.
If wine gives us courage, the warrior's chief boast,
Surely he's the best soldier that tipples the most,
And should I get tipsey, thus much I will say,
That when I can't stand, I will ne'er run away.
Then hey for the camp, etc.
Surely he's the best soldier that tipples the most,
And should I get tipsey, thus much I will say,
That when I can't stand, I will ne'er run away.
Then hey for the camp, etc.
Printed by J. and M. Robertson, Saltmarket, 1802.
