DUET. (Say, Fanny, wilt thou go with me)

Say, Fanny, wilt thou go with me? Perils to face by land and sea That tongue can never tell ye?

And wilt thou all these dangers scorn, Whilst in these arms I hold thy charms, Enraptured ev'ry op'ning morn, When the drum beats reveillez.

Yes, yes, Platoon—I'll go with thee, In danger whatsoe'er it be— Believe 'tis truth I tell you;

My constant mind shall peril scorn, Brave all alarms, So in my arms I hold thee every op'ning morn, When the drum beats reveillez.

Still Fanny wilt thou go with me? Suppose the cruel fates decree, Alas! how shall I tell you?

The news should come—thy soldier fell, And thou shalt hear, Appall'd with fear, Next morn his fatal passing bell, When the drum beats reveillez.

Still fearless will I go with thee, Resign'd to cruel fate's decree, And bravely this I tell you:

When on the spot my soldier fell I'd shed a tear The world should hear, Mingling with his, my passing bell, When the drum beats reveillez.

To the world's end I'd go with thee, Where thou art, danger ne'er can be; My joy no tongue can tell you:

And sure such love may perils scorn, Brave all alarms, While in my arms I hold thee ev'ry op'ning morn, When the drum beats reveillez.