Classic Poem

If I had a beau,
For a soldier who'd go,
Do you think I'd say no?
No, no, not I;
When his red coat I saw,
Not a sigh would it draw,
But I'd give him eclat
For his bravery.
If an army of Amazons e'er came in play,
As a dashing white sergeant I'd march away.

When my lover he has gone,
Do you think I'd take on,
Sit moping, forlorn?
No, no, not I.
His fame my concern,
How my bosom would burn
When I saw him return
Crowned with victory!
If an army of Amazons e'er came in play
As a dashing white sergeant I'd march away.