Desolate fields and desolate towns, and thousands scattered abroad,
With never a home, and never a shed, whilst kingdoms perish and fall;
And hundreds of thousands are lying dead, ... and all for nothing at all!
"War—war—war! musket, and powder, and ball—
Ah! what do we fight so for? ah! why have we battles at all?
'Tis Justice must be done, they say, the nation's honour to keep;
Alas! that Justice should be so dear, and human life so cheap!
War—war—war! misery, murder, and crime;
Are all the blessings I've seen in thee, from my youth to the present time.
Misery, murder, and crime—crime, misery, murder, and woe;