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THE DASHING WHITE SERGEANT
If I had a beau for a soldier who’d go,
D’ye think I’d say no? No, no, not I.
When his red coat I saw,
Not a sigh would it draw,
But I’d give him “ eclat,”
For his bravery.
If an army of amazons e’er came in play,
As a dashing white sergeant I'd march away.
When my soldier was gone, d’ye think I’d take on,
Sit moping forlorn ? No, no, not I.
His fame my concern,
How my bosom would burn,
When I saw him return
Crown’d with victory.
If an army, &c.
GO WHERE GLORY WAITS.
Go where glory waits thee;
But while fame elates thee,
Oh! still remember me:
When the praise thou meetest,
To thine ear is sweetest,
Oh! then remember me.
Other arms may press thee,
Dearer friends caress thee.
All the joys that bless thee
