How Luckless the Fortune

How luckless the fortune we soldiers endure
Uncertain our pleasures, mischances are sure.
If friends should bind us, or loves softer tie
The drum beats; from friends and love we must fly.

Submissive to fate, then adieu to the fair.
Peace, smile on our friends, and redeem them from care.
May angels indulgent detach'd from above
Soon vanquish fell discord with friends and love,

From Songs from the American Revolution, Keller
collected from the notebooks of Captain George Bush
(no relation), 1779
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