The Soldier's Fortune



Come all my hearts of temper'd steel

And leave your girls and farms

And sports and plays and Hallow days

And hark away to arms.



cho: And to conquest we will go, we'll go

And to conquest we will go.



The soldier is a gentleman

His honor is his life

And he that won't stand by his post

Will not stand by his wife.



For love and honor are the same

They are so near alike

The one it can't t subsist alone

But flourish side by side.

Now fare you well sweethearts awhile

My charming girls adieu,

And when we've drubb'd the dogs awhile

We'll kiss it out with you.



The winter's past, the spring is up

The meadows fresh and gay

And all invite and calling us

Away my boys away



In shady tents by cooling streams

With hearts all firm and free

We'll chase the cares of life away

In songs of liberty



No foreign slaves shall give us laws

No British tyrants reign

For independence makes us free

And freedom we'll maintain

And when the war is over, boys

We'll set us down at ease

And plow and sow and reap and mow

And live just as we please.



Each hearty lad shall have his lass

All blooming like a star

And in her softer arms forget

The dangers of the war.



The rising world will sing of us

A thousand years to come

And tell our children's children

The wonders we have done



My honest fellows, here's my hand

My heart, my very soul

With all the joys of liberty

Good fortune and a bowl.

From Contentment, Jim Douglas

@America @war @soldier @revolution

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