SONG. (Let your courage boy be true t'ye)

Let your courage boy be true t'ye, Hard and painful is the soldier's duty; 'Tis not alone to bravely dare, To fear a stranger, Each threat'ning danger, That whistles through the dusky air; Where thund'ring jar Conflicting arms, All th' alarms, And dreadful havock of the war.

Your duty done, and home returning, With self-commended ardour burning, If this right pride Foes should deride, And from your merit turn aside. Though than the war the conflict's more severe, This is the trial you must learn to bear.