TOM & KATE
Tho the fate of battle on to Moscow wait,
Let's not lose our prattle now, my charming Kate.
Till the hour of glory love should now take place,
Nor damp the Joys before you with a future case.
Oh, my Thomas, still be constant, still be true,
Be but to your Kate as Kate is still to you;
Glory will attend you, still will make you blest,
With my firmest love, my dear, you're all possest.
No new beauties tasted, I'm their arts above,
Three campaigns are wasted, but no, so my love,
Anxious still about thee thou art all I prize,
Never, Kate, without thee will I close these eyes.
Constant to my Thomas I will e'er remain,
Nor think, love, I will leave thy side the whole campaign,
But I'll cherish thee, and strive to keep thee bold,
May'st thou share the victory, may'st thou share the gold.
If by some bold action I the halvert bear,
Think my satisfaction when my rank you share.
Drest like any lady fair from top to toe,
Fine lac'd caps & ruffles then will be your due.
If a sargeant's lady I should chance to prove
Clean linen shall be ready always for my love.
Nevermore will Kate the captain's laundress be,
I'm too pretty, Thomas, love, for all but thee.
Here, Kate, take my tobacco box, a soldier's all
If by hostile hands your Tom is doomed to fall,
When my life is ended thou may'st boast and prove
Thou'st my first, my last, my only pledge of love.
Take back thy tobacco box, thou'rt all to me,
Nor think that I will ever cease loving thee,
In the hour of danger let me always share,
I'll be kept no stranger to my soldier's fare.
Check that rising sigh, Kate, stop that falling tear.
Come, my pretty comrade, entertain no fear;
Heav'n on high befriend us, hark! the drums command.
Now I will attend you. Love, I kiss thy hand.