Young Recruit


J.H. JOHNSON, Song Publisher, Stationer and Printer, No. 7 N. 10th St., Phila.

Young Recruit.

See! these ribbons gayly streaming,
I’m a soldier now, Lizette:
Yes, of battle I am dreaming,
And the honor I shall get.
With a sabre by my side,
And a helmet on my brow,
And a proud steed to ride,
I shall rush on the foe,
Yes, I flatter me, Lizette,
’Tis a life that well will suit
The gay life of a young recruit.

We will march away to-morrow
At the breaking of the day,
And the trumpets will be sounding,
And the merry cymbals play;
Yet, before I say good-bye,
And a last sad parting take,
As a proof of your love,
Wear this gift for my sake;
Then cheer up, my own Lizette,
Let not grief your beauty stain,
Soon you’ll see the recruit again.

Shame! Lizette, to be weeping,
While there’s fame in store for me;
Think when home I am returning,
What a joyful day ’twill be,
When to church you’re fondly led,
Like some lady smartly drest,
And a hero you shall wed,
With a medal on his breast,
Ha! there’s not a maiden fair,
But with welcome will salute,
The gay bride of the young recruit.

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