When sougering at Newcassel.
O NO, MY LOVE, NO.
By John Shield, of Newcastle.
Whilst the dread voice of war thro’ the welkin rebellows,
And aspects undaunted our Volunteers show,
Do you think, O my Delia! to join the brave fellows,
My heart beats impatient? O no, my love, no.
At the dawn of the day, their warm beds still forsaking,