Edward and Kitty

Ned oft had brav'd the field of battle, Had oft endur'd the hardest woe; Had been where deep-mouth'd cannons rattle, And oft been captur'd by the foe; His heart was kind, to fear a stranger, His country's glory was his pride; He nobly scorn'd to shrink from danger, And on a bed of honor dy'd.

For, says Ned, what e'er befalls, A Freeman scorns to flinch or whine, He'll cheerful go where duty calls, And brave all ills but ne'er repine. Ned lov'd sincere his charming Kitty. She saw with tears her soldier go; She pray'd kind heav'n to led her pity, And shield her Edward from the foe: My love, he cry'd, thy grief give over, Those tears disgrace a soldier's bride: But hapless Kitty lost her lover, Who on a bed of honor dy'd.