a cocktail of celebrated courage and fear,
they love and leave with the best of them,
and there's nothing no one can do about it.
I conceive myself quite lucky
for the opportunity,
despising toil and danger,
whate'er the game, I joined the chase.
but soon my scheme repented
the girls of every hue,
I know what aim I took
and love has only counted a few.
not that I think of dying,
I remember what my trade is,
danger annoys the bivouac
yet left me all the beauty.