Virginia Argus

It is not a very uncommon thing in these days to see merit in plain homespun, while its opposite is gorgeously arrayed in purple and fine linen.

The following Song, combined with its tune, breathes a spirit cheering to plain republican hearts; and though it may not please every refined Amateur, it affords delight to plain honesty in the common sense walks of life, and calls the reflecting mind back to sentiments and feelings of a whole nation in pursuit of pure and rational liberty—it is enough for me.

[N. H. Patriot]

COME, all ye hearts of temper'd steel;
Come, leave your flocks and farms,
Your sports, your plays and holidays,
And haste away to arms;
A Soldier is a Gentleman,
His honor is his life,
And he that won't stand by his post,
Will ne'er stand by his wife,
Will ne'er stand by his wife,
And he that won't stand by his post, &c.

Sure love and honor are the same,
Or are so near allied,
That neither can exist alone,
But flourish side by side;
Then farewell sweethearts for a while,
Our sweet dear girls adieu,
But when we've drove those foes away,
We'll come and stay with you,
We'll come and stay with you,
And when we've drove, &c.

We'll chase our foes from post to post,
Attack their camps and lines,
And by some well-concerted schemes,
We'll baffle their designs;
No foreign power shall make us slaves,
No British tyrant reign,
'Twas Independence made us free,
And Freedom we'll maintain,
And Freedom we'll maintain,
'Twas Independence made us free, &c.

In shady tents, by purling streams,
With hearts both firm and free,
We'll drive the cares of life away,
With songs of liberty;
And when the wars are over, boys,
We'll set us down at ease,
We'll plough, we'll sow, we'll reap and mow,
And do just as we please,
And do just as we please,
We'll plough, we'll sow, &c.

This rising world shall sing of us,
Ten thousand years to come,
And children to their children tell
The wonders we have done.
Brave, honest fellows, here's my hand,
My heart, my very soul
With all the joys of liberty
Our sweethearts and our bowl,
Our sweethearts and our bowl
With all the joys of liberty,
Our good wives and our bowls.