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,