English

Come , each death-doing dog who dares venture his neck,
Come, follow the hero that goes to Quebec;
Jump aboard of the transports, and loose every sail,
Pay your debts at the tavern by giving leg-bail;
And ye that love fighting shall soon have enough:
Wolfe commands us, my boys; we shall give them Hot Stuff.

Up the River St. Lawrence our troops shall advance,
To the Grenadiers' March we will teach them to dance.
Cape Breton we have taken, and next we will try
At their capital to give them another black eye.

Come down, ye graybeard mariners,
Unto the wasting shore!
The morning winds are up, — the gods
Bid me to dream no more.
Come, tell me whither I must sail,
What peril there may be,
Before I take my life in hand
And venture out to sea!

— We may not tell thee where to sail,
Nor what the dangers are;
Each sailor soundeth for himself,
Each hath a separate star:
Each sailor soundeth for himself,
And on the awful sea
What we have learned is ours alone;
We may not tell it thee. —

Come day, go day,
There's sorrow at the end of it.
Turn road, wind road,
There's mystery in the bend of it.
Oh, all the winds of all the worlds
That lose themselves in starry spaces
Can never blow the secret off
That stares at us in common faces.

Life long, life short,
There's love to meet in tears or laughter.
Die soon, die late,
There's Grandsir Death to walk with, after.
And be you great or be you small,
There's no way out but going through it.
Oh, curious fate that makes us live,

Come, dark-eyed Sleep, thou child of Night,
Give me thy dreams, thy lies;
Lead through the horny portal white
The pleasure day denies.

O bring the kiss I could not take
From lips that would not give
Bring me the heart I could not break
The bliss for which I live.

I care not if I slumber blest
By fond delusion; nay,
Put me on Phaon's lips to rest,
And cheat the cruel day!

Come cuddle close in daddy's coat
— Beside the fire so bright,
And hear about the fairy folk
— That wander in the night.
For when the stars are shining clear
— And all the world is still,
They float across the silver moon
— From hill to cloudy hill.

Their caps of red, their cloaks of green,
— Are hung with silver bells,
And when they're shaken with the wind
— Their merry ringing swells.
And riding on the crimson moth,
— With black spots on her wings,
They guide them down the purple sky

" Come! " cried Helen, eager Helen.
" Time enough , " said careful Ann.
But oh, the lilac-buds were swelling
And all the birds had started telling —
" Listen! look! " cried eager Helen,
Pointing where the spring began.
" Well, and what of that, " said Ann.
" Something's happening — oh, let's go! "
" When it happens we shall know. "
" Ah, but that's so slow! " cried Helen,
" Come on, come! " cried eager Helen.
" Time enough, " said Ann.
" I must go! " " And I will wait .

Come, come, what doe I here,
Since he is gone
Each day is grown a dozen year,
And each houre, one;
Come, come!
Cut off the sum,
By these soil'd teares!
(Which only thou
Know'st to be true,)
Dayes are my feares.

Ther's not a wind can stir,
Or beam passe by,
But strait I think (though far,)
Thy hand is nigh;
Come, come!
Strike these lips dumb:
This restles breath
That soiles thy name,
Will ne'r be tame
Until in death.

Perhaps some think a tombe

Come cheer up my lads, 'tis to glory we steer,
To add something more to this wonderful year.
To honour we call you, not press you like slaves,
For who are so free as we sons of the waves?
Chorus

Heart of oak are our ships, heart of oak are our men;
We always are ready--steady, boys, steady--
We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again.

We ne'er see our foes but we wish 'em to stay.
They never see us but they wish us away.
If they run, why, we follow and run 'em ashore,

Come, cheer up, my lads, like a true British band,
In the cause of our country who join heart and hand;
Fair Freedom invites — she cries out, " Agree!
And be steadfast for those that are steadfast for me. "
Hearts of oak are we all, hearts of oak we'll remain:
We always are ready —
Steady, boys, steady —
To give them our voices again and again.

With the brave sons of Freedom, of every degree,
Unite all the good — and united are we:
But still be the lot of the villains disgrace,

Come , Celia, let's agree at last
— To love and live in quiet;
Let's tie the knot so very fast
— That time shall ne'er untie it.
Love's dearest joys they never prove,
— Who free from quarrels live;
'Tis sure a godlike part of love
— Each other to forgive.

When least I seemed concerned I took
— No pleasure, nor had rest;
And when I feigned an angry look,
— Alas! I loved you best.
Say but the same to me, you'll find
— How blest will be our fate;
Sure to be grateful, to be kind,