“ Bright in future glory,
Haste to arms, and form the line
that leads to martial glory.
Charge the musket, point the lance,
brave the worst of dangers;
Tell the blustering sons of France,
that we to fear are strangers. ”

“ Such news I hear, madam, he says,
⁠the like was ne’er in this country;
There is a wedding in yonder hall,
⁠has held these thirty day and three,
The bridegroom will not bed with the bride,
⁠for love of one that’s beyond the sea. ”

“ And for every penny I got with thee,
⁠O here I’ll give to thee back three.
He took her by the milk white hand,
⁠says, the half of my lands I'll give to thee,
If thou wilt marry my brother, Will,
⁠who’s a sprightly youth in a lady’s eye. ”