Song 6 (Loud beats the drum--to arms! to arms!) LOUD beats the drum--to arms! to arms! Bright bands in steel are glancing! See PEGGY drest in sorrow's charms, With mournful step advancing. "Dear maid! wipe off that pearly drop, "That in its source is swelling; "Let these fair eyes look bright with Hope-- "Drive Fear to her dark dwelling! "The brave alone deserve the fair, "I go that you may prize me; "Should I remain inglorious here, "You justly might despise me." "I yield, brave youth! to war proceed; "May all that's good defend you! "Since Scottish heroes must succeed, "May fairest Fame attend you!" |
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