The Soldier's Fortune  Come all my hearts of temper'd steel  And leave your girls and farms  And sports and plays and Hallow days  And hark away to arms.  cho: And to conquest we will go, we'll go   And to conquest we will go.  The soldier is a gentleman  His honor is his life  And he that won't stand by his post  Will not stand by his wife.  For love and honor are the same  They are so near alike  The one it can't t subsist alone  But flourish side by side.  Now fare you well sweethearts awhile  My charming girls adieu,  And when we've drubb'd the dogs awhile  We'll kiss it out with you.  The winter's past, the spring is up  The meadows fresh and gay  And all invite and calling us  Away my boys away  In shady tents by cooling streams  With hearts all firm and free  We'll chase the cares of life away  In songs of liberty  No foreign slaves shall give us laws  No British tyrants reign  For independence makes us free  And freedom we'll maintain  And when the war is over, boys  We'll set us down at ease  And plow and sow and reap and mow  And live just as we please.  Each hearty lad shall have his lass  All blooming like a star  And in her softer arms forget  The dangers of the war.  The rising world will sing of us  A thousand years to come  And tell our children's children  The wonders we have done  My honest fellows, here's my hand  My heart, my very soul  With all the joys of liberty  Good fortune and a bowl.  From Contentment, Jim Douglas  filename[ SOLDFORT  play.exe SOLDFORT  ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===