Who can laugh at our fate as we die.
On your guard! There'll be blood on the metal
Ere she wakes from her innocent dreams;
There's a long list of kisses to settle,
And some love sighs and death sighs, it seems.
Bare your arm! Strike for life and the maiden!
Take that! You are cautious, I fear
Speed the blow,—'tis with happiness laden
For him who does not remain here
That and that! I am wounded,—it's over