"the trumpet's loud clangour
excites us to arms,
with shrill notes of anger,
And mortal alarms.
The double double double beat
of the thundering drum
cries, hark! the foes come,;
Charge ,charge, 'tis too late to retreat
The soft complaining flute,
in dying notes, discovers
The woes of hopeless lovers,
whose dirge is whispered by the
WARBLING lute.