Soldier Songs and Love Songs Part 6

HOME! HOME!

Home! Home!

Man may roam While the blood of life is br.i.m.m.i.n.g, While the head's with glory swimming; But, when Love and Life are over, Bring him to the village clover, Home! Home!

Home! Home!

Bring him home, Where the songs of sad hearts shrive him, Where remorse no more shall rive him, Where the ever weeping willow Moults to make its leaves his pillow, Home! Home!

Home! Home!

He is home, Where his song was ever sounding, Where his blood was ever bounding, Here, at last, he leaves his madness, All his love and all his sadness, Home! Home!

THE CUSTER WAIL.

Dead! Where the bold and brave Blend in one b.l.o.o.d.y grave; Dead! With no coward clay Weltering in gore that day.

Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.

Dead! With his boys in blue, Baptized in b.l.o.o.d.y dew.

Dead! Where his enemy Fled from his fearless eye.

Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.

Dead! Like a meteor, Flashed o'er the field of war.

Dead! With immortal pride, Glorious and glorified.

Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.

Dead! Where the captives sing Saved by his rifle's ring.

Dead! Where the painted brave Bled by his gory glaive.

Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.

Dead! Where the feathered game Fell at his deadly aim.

Dead! Where the buffalo Found him a gallant foe.

Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.

Dead! Where the prairie steed Vainly exerts his speed.

Dead! Where the antlered stag Dies on the dizzy crag.

Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.

Dead! Where the valleys sink Low to the river's brink.

Dead! Where the mountains spring Higher than eagle's wing.

Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.

Dead! Where the solar glows Eastward and upward rose.

Dead! Where the evening's gold Westward and downward rolled.

Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.

Dead! Where the streamy vales Murmur their tender tales.

Dead! Where the ocean's roll Sobs for the pa.s.sing soul.

Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.

Dead! Where the thicket's throats Mingle their million notes.

Dead! Where the forests dim Tone their lone requiem.

Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.

Dead! Where the eagle's scream Shortens the hunter's dream.

Dead! Where the nightingale Trills out her lonely tale.

Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.

Dead! Where no maiden fair Weaves with his waving hair.

Dead! Where no darling sips Life from his loving lips.

Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.

Dead! Where no woman's breast, Robbed of her love and rest, Flower with a fading leaf, Sinks in her silent grief.

Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.

Dead! Nevermore to be.

Dead! Nevermore to be.

Dead! Evermore to me.

Dead! Evermore to me.

Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to ME!

WEEP NOT FOR HIM.

Weep not for him who, in the battle dying, Lives in the lays of those he sought to save; Weep not for him who on the cold turf lying, Finds in his native land a patriot's grave; Weep not for him for whom the night wind, sighing, Spreads o'er his bier the banner of the brave; But, o'er the ashes of the dead hussar, Shout to the thunder and the trump of war.

Go weep for her who, by her Love's side sighing, Gives to the grave the form she loved so well; And weep for her who meets no soft replying To the sweet story she would die to tell; Aye, weep for her whose Love, to Lethe flying, Left on her lip no mark of his farewell; Oh, weep for her whose star of life is dim; Weep, weep for her; but weep no more for him.

TARRY YE NOT IN EGYPT.

The Lord is wroth with Pharaoh's men, Tarry ye not in Egypt!

He hath raised His strong arm to smite furrow and fen, And he'll smite them and smite them again and again.

Tarry ye not, Tarry ye not, Tarry ye not in Egypt!

The Lord is wroth with Pharaoh's men, He hath raised His strong arm to smite furrow and fen, And he'll smite them and smite them again and again, So tarry no longer in Egypt.

The Lord hath set His sign in the sky, Tarry ye not in Egypt!

And all the first-born in the land shall die, The fathers shall perish, the mothers shall sigh.

Tarry ye not, Tarry ye not, Tarry ye not in Egypt!

The Lord hath set His sign in the sky, And all the first-born in the land shall die; The fathers shall perish, the mothers shall sigh, So tarry no longer in Egypt!