MY TRADE IS WAR.
��ADAM, you know my trade is war,
And what fhould I deny it for ? Whene'er the trumpet founds from for,
I long to hack and hew ;
Yet, Madam, credit what I fay,
Were I this moment call'd away,
And all the troops drawn in array,
I'd rather nay with you.
��Did drums and fprightly trumpets found,
Did death and carnage ftalk around, Did dying horfes bite the ground,
Had we no hope in view : Were the whole army loft in fmoke, Were they the laft words that I fpoke, I'd fay, and dam'me if 1 joke,
I'd rather ftay with you.
��Did the foe charge us front and rear, Did e'en the braveft face appear, Jmprefs'd with figns of mortal fear,
Though never veteran knew So terrible and hot a fight, Though ail my laurels it fhould blight Though I fhould lofe fo fine a fight,
I'd rather flay with you.
��WHEN
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