Hasten on! The mad moonlight is beaming
On the hatred and love‘ twixt us two;
And it beams on the maid who is dreaming,
And the grave made for me or for you.
Time and place,— love and life in the balance,
Fear and hope in the glance of your eye.
Draw your blade! Forget not we are gallants
Who can laugh at our fate as we die.
On your guard! There'll be blood on the metal
Ere she wakes from her innocent dreams;
There's a long list of kisses to settle,
And some love sighs and death sighs, it seems.
Bare your arm! Strike for life and the maiden!
Take that! You are cautious, I fear
Speed the blow,—‘ tis with happiness laden
For him who does not remain here
That and that! I am wounded,— it's over
Those kisses were destined for you;
But now she is yours and you love her,
Go tell her that I loved her too