Part 2 — No 119 SWEET FAREWELL

1 Will by Mary sad reposes On a bank of prim-a-roses. Sore is William's heart at leaving, Tears that flow tell Mary's grieving, Sweet, Farewell! Dearest, farewell, farewell! I'm in the marching order.

2 Hark! I hear the Colonel crying, Drums are beating, colours flying. Colours flying, drums are beating, Boys! advance, there's no retreating Sweet, farewell! &c. 3 Gallant boys! be stiff and steady, Each man have his flint-lock ready! Each man have his flask and powder! And his fire stock o'er his shoulder! Sweet, farewell! &c. 4 Mary said, Do not bereave me! Do not break my heart and leave me! If you do, I will torment you, When I'm dead, my ghost will ha'nt you Sweet, farewell! &c. 5 Nay, said William, my dear Mary I with you nowise can tarry. Duty calls—that naught can alter At its summons none must falter. Sweet, farewell! &c.