What claims the monarch’s duty?

What soothes the peasant’s pain?

What melts the haughty beauty,

And conquers her disdain?

O! ’tis love, &c.

O! ’tis love! ’tis love! ’tis love!

The warrior doth inspire.

O! ’tis love! ’tis love! ’tis love!

That kindles soft desire.

On rocks or lonely mountains,