A New Song on the Expedition

“Written at Horhan, August 2, 1799 by a Volunteer”

Tis said an Expedition is nearly at hand,
In some Foreign Country we shortly shall land;
Where we’ll take all their cities and kiss all their wives,
And secure a good peace for the rest of our lives.

CHORUS
For the Volunteers of England are strangers to fear,
And smile at the threats of the haught Monsieur;
March away, march away, while fifes and drums play,
And we are ready to meet them the next coming day.

But if you should happen that these haughty gauls,
Should escape a good drubbing from our wooden walls;
And their army bring over without molestation,
Each Volunteer, I’m sure, will repair to his station,

We are bo’h ready with w’lling all brave Volunteers,
And are not afraid of wounds or of fears;
We care not how soon we’re put to the trial,
To shed our last blood, to protect the blood Royal

Let all party discord, be banished from this land,
And union shake each Volunteer by the hand;
The French ever after will have cause to rue,
If England, brave England, to herself be bue true

So let us drink to out Comrades all round,
To Officers all whose courage is found,
To our girls our friends, and to each jovial soul,
So here goes my brave boys, in a full flow ?? bowl.