Classic Poem

IN CLUMP AND CUDDEN .

PLATOON .

Say, Fanny, wilt thou go with me?
Perils to face, by land and sea,
That tongue can never tell ye?

And wilt thou all these dangers scorn,
Whilst in these arms
I hold thy charms,
Enraptur'd ev'ry opening morn,
When the drum beats reveillez.

FANNY .

Yes, yes, Platoon — I'll go with thee
In danger, whatsoe'er it be —
Believe 'tis truth I tell you:

My constant mind shall peril scorn,
Brave all alarms,
So in my arms
I hold thee every opening morn,
When the drum beats reveillez.

PLATOON .

Still Fanny wilt thou go with me?
Suppose the cruel fates decree,
Alas! how shall I tell you?

The news should come — thy soldier fell,
And thou shalt hear,
Appall'd with fear,
Next morn his fatal passing bell,
When the drum beats reveillez.

FANNY .

Still fearless will I go with thee,
Resign'd to cruel fate's decree,
And bravely this I tell you:

When on the spot my soldier fell
I'd shed a tear,
The world should hear,
Mingling with his, my passing bell,
When the drum beats reveillez.

BOTH .

To the world's end I'd go with thee,
Where thou art danger ne'er can be;
My joy no tongue can tell ye:

And sure such love may perils scorn,
Brave all alarms,
While in my arms
I hold thee ev'ry op'ning morn,
When the drum beats reveillez.