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William McCarty, comp.  The American National Song Book.  1842.
The American Volunteer
THE TRUMPET sounds, my country calls,
  A hostile band our shores invade,
I go to dare the cannon balls,
  And dye in blood my battle blade,
And Mary, gentle and sincere,        5
  Weep not, I pray, when thus we part,
Drive from thine eye the falling tear,
  And banish sorrow from thy heart.
For, should I, coward-like, await
  The foes’ approach in martial pride,        10
And see them force our farm-house gate,
  With lust and rapine by their side,
I could not bear the keen rebuke
  Thy screams would speak in that dread hour;
I could not bear thy helpless look,        15
  When struggling with a ruffian’s power.
No! get my war-horse, I’ll away
  And meet the invader on the strand,
And they shall surely rue the day
  They dared upon our coast to land.        20
And weep not, Mary, if I fall,
  Nor heave thy bosom with a sigh—
Death is the common lot of all,
  ’Tis for my country I shall die.
And teach our little darling boy        25
  That life is not with slavery wed;
Teach him to yield it up with joy,
  At Freedom’s call, on Honour’s bed.
Tell him ’twas thus our heroes fought;
  And, Mary, be thou sure to tell        30
Our little one, that thus he ought
  To fight—for thus his father fell.

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