And you’d put an end to deeds which ladies love so well,
And have no tales of valor left for history to tell;
The soldier’s is a noble trade, Jeannette, then rail no more,
Were only kings themselves to fight, there’d be an end to war.
Were only kings, &c.
Isle of Beauty.
Shades of ev’ning close not o’er us,
Leave our lonely bark awhile,
Morn, alas! will not restore us,