The American Songster, Song

'Twas at the break of day we spy'd The signal to unmoor, Which sleepless Caroline descry'd, Sweet maid! from New-York's shore; The fresh'ning gale at length arose, Her heart began to swell Nor could cold fear the thought oppose, Of bidding me farewell!

In open boat the maid of worth, Soon reach'd our vessel's free, Soon too she found her William's birth, But sought me not to chide: 'Go,' the exclaim'd, 'For Fame's a cause 'A female should approve, 'For who that's true to Honour's laws 'Is ever false to Love!

'My heart is loyal, scorns to fear, 'Nor will it even fail, 'Tho' war's unequal wild career, 'Should William's life assail; Tho' Death 'gainst thee exert his sway, 'Oh, trust me, but the dart 'That woundeth thee, will find its way 'To Caroline's true heart.

'Should Conquest in fair form array'd, 'Thy loyal efforts crown, 'In New York will be found a maid, 'That lives for thee alone.' May girls with hearts so firm and true, To love and glory's cause, Meet the reward they have in view, The meed of free applause.