The Volunteer

A Scarlet coat and smart cockade Are passports to the fair; For Venus' self was kind, 'tis said, To Mars, the God of War.

Then since my country calls to arms, Love's livery I'll wear; Nor seek reward, save Nancy's charms, But go a Volunteer.

Shou'd fortune smile, and grant me fame, The laurel shall be thine; The flow'rs of love I only claim, Ah! let their sweets entwine.

Then since my country, &c.

All hardships seem as light as air, While the fair maids we guard; Each soldier has one darling care. Her smiles his best reward.

Then since my country, &c.