The warrior boy
E. Mounsey
Away, away, my gallant Warrior Boy!
The trumpet peals its note of joy!
The field must all our cares employ
Where valiant hearts beat high
The Lute awhile must quit thy hand
Behold! I Grasp the shining brand
The Foe assails our Fatherland
And clangors rend the sky!
Prepare my eager Battle steed
Away, away with light'ning speed
Perpare the burning charge to lead
At Glory's onward cry!
Adieu, awhile, our native Tow'rs!
To Beauty's smile and festal bow'rs:
There yet may come some gentle hours
For Love, and Music's sigh:
Farewell to thee, sweet Ev'ning chime!
For we, who chase the wing of Time
Must be afar, ere morning prime
Where War's red banners fly
Hurrah! for Valors laurell'd meed!
Away! away with light'ning speed
Perpare the burning charge to lead
At Glory's all inspiring cry!