Far from hope, and lost to pleasure,
⁠Haste away to war's alarms!
Sad I leave my soul's dear treasure,
⁠For the dismal din of arms.

But, ah! for thee I follow glory,
⁠To gain thy love I dare to die;
And when my comrades tell my story,
⁠Thou shalt lament me with a sigh.

All my griefs will then be over,
⁠Sunk in death's eternal rest:
You may regret a faithful lover,
⁠Though you refuse to make him bless'd.

Bestow a tear of kind compassion
⁠To grace a hapless soldier's tomb;
And, ah! forgive a fatal passion,
⁠Which reason could not overcome.