Six most excellent songs/The trumpet sounds

THE TRUMPET SOUNDS.

How stands the glass around,
⁠For shame you take no care, my boys,
How stands the glass around,
⁠Let mirth and wine abound.
⁠The trumpets sound,

The colours they are flying, boys,
⁠To fight, kill, or wound,
May we still be found,
Content with our hard fate, my boys,
⁠On the cold ground,

⁠Why, soldiers, why.
Whose business tis to die!
⁠What sighing, fie,
Damn fear, drink on, be jolly, boys,
⁠’Tis he, you, or I,

⁠Cold, hot, wet, or dry,
Are always bound to follow, boys,
⁠And scorn to fly.
⁠’Tis but in vain,

I mean not to upbraid ye, boys,
⁠’Tis but in vain,
Were soldiers to complain
⁠Should next campaign

Send us to him who made us boys
⁠Were free from pain;
⁠But if we remain
A bottle and kind landlady
⁠Cure all again.