Whose generous heart, by experience we know,
Why need we then dread along with him to go?
Then farewell, dear wives, and each kind sweetheart,
Pray do not repine that from you we must part;
But hark! the drums beat, and the fifes sweetly play,
We’re order’d to march now to Richmond straightway.
Where, clothed in red, and in purple attire,
Our exercise then shall be all our desire,
Which having acquir’d, then we’ll merrily sing,
Success to great George, and the Prussian king,