William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
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’Tis honour calls to war.
Now, love, I leave, perhaps for wounds,
And beauty for a scar.
Ah! check that falling tear:
Lest soft distress, from lovely eyes,
Create a new-born fear.
Before my fair I knew,
And if I now desert her cause,
Shall I be worthy you?
Though Fame this bosom warms;
My country’s violated rights
Impel my soul to arms.