Belfast maid's lamentation for the loss of her sweetheart/Wine is Commander

WINE IS COMMANDER.

IN the exerciſe manual we heroes go thro',
Of ſhoulder your firelock, preſent, fire, bool
I don't know how it is, tho' I make ſhift to paſs
I can exerciſe belt with the bottle and glaſs;
Then haſte to the camp, for as long d'ye fee,
As good wine is commander, a ſoldier I'll be.

⁠So profound my reſpect good wine that I doubt,
I may chance to deſert, when the bottles are out,
Yet the braveſt muſt ſometimes the bottle decline,
And ſtill fight my boys, to the laſt drop or wine.
⁠⁠Then hey for the camp, etc.

⁠If wine gives us courage, the warrior's chief boaſt,
Surely he's the beſt ſoldier that tipples the moſt,
And should I get ripſey, thus much I will ſay,
That when I can't ſtand, I will ne'er run away.
⁠⁠Then hey for the camp, etc.