THE SOLDIER'S ADIEU

The weary sun's gane doun the west,
The birds sit nodding on the tree,
All nature now inclines for rest,
But rest allow'd there's none for me:
The trumpet calls to wars alarms,
The rattling drum forbids my stay;
Ah! Nancy, bless thy soldier's arms,
For ere morn I will be far away.

Bet you didn't think I knew THAT one, didya George? 8-) (Smiley learned from George in an earlier life)