Catches, canons and drinking songs

to your rude health,

Text: Sound the trumpet, come Captain, come, zounds‥

Sound the trumpet, come Captain, come,
zounds, don’t you hear the rattling drum?
quick to the field and bravely dare
by valour to deserve the fair,
too too ta too!
hark, now I’m called, I must away,
disgrace attends my longer stay,
nay dry those tears sweet love be true,
help me to say adieu,
ah, cruel fate! ah! my spirits fail,
weak love o’er honour can’t prevail,
I express my grief for losing thee,
fond sighs and tears must speak for me.

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