When War's Alarms

When war's alarms entic'd my Willy from me, My poor heart with grief did sigh; Each fond remembrance brought fresh sorrow on me, 'Woke ere yet the morn was nigh: No other could delight him; Ah! why did I e'er slight him, Coldly answ'ring his fond tale, Which drove him far amid the rage of war, And lest silly me thus to bewail.

But I no longer, tho' a maid forsaken, Thus will mourn like yonder dove, For ere the lark to morrow shall awaken, I will seek my absent love: The hostile country over I'll fly to seek my lover, Scorning ev'ry threat'ning fear; Nor distant shore, Nor cannons roar, Shall longer keep me from my dear.