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William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.

Hark! Hark!—1812

HARK! hark! sweet lass, the trumpet sounds,

’Tis honour calls to war.

Now, love, I leave, perhaps for wounds,

And beauty for a scar.

But, ah! suppress those rising sighs;

Ah! check that falling tear:

Lest soft distress, from lovely eyes,

Create a new-born fear.

My life to Fame devoted was,

Before my fair I knew,

And if I now desert her cause,

Shall I be worthy you?

It is not Fame alone invites,

Though Fame this bosom warms;

My country’s violated rights

Impel my soul to arms.