“ THE WOUNDED HUSSAR.
Along the banks of the dark rolling Danube,
Fair Adelaid walk’d when the battle was o'er;
O where hast thou wander’d my dearest lover?
Where dost thou welter and bleed on the shore?
The voice which I near, is it Henry that sigh'd!
All mournfull she hasten'd, nor wander'd she far,
When bleeding and low on the heath she espied,
By the light of the moon, her poor wounded. Hussar. ”

“ That caus'd you to wander so far from your home,
And made us meet strangers in this desart alone.
He says, my sweet fair one the truth I will tell.
If I was in my own country near Newry I dwell,
But yet to misfortunes my love I was prone,
Which made many a hero go far from his home.
Sir the lads of sweet Newry are all roving blades
And take great delight in courting fair-maids,
They kiss them, and press them, and call them their own,
And perhaps your darling lies mour ning at home. ”

“ So now to conclude & make an end of my song,
She’s left her ewe lambs, and she's followed her swain.
Says, Your sheep and my sheep shall feed all in one glen,
And we'll range the green woods over and over again. ”