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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 307 |
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" Ha ! rifleman, fling me the locket!—'tis she, My brother's young bride, and the fallen dragoon
Was her husband.—Hush ! soldier, 'twas Heaven's decree, We must bury him there, by the light of the moon !
" But hark! the far bugles their warnings unite ;
War is a virtue—weakness a sin ; There's a lurking and lowing around us to-night,
Load again, rifleman, keep your hand in ! " |
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THE WALKER OF THE SNOW
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PEED on, speed on, good master! The camp lies far away; We must cross the haunted valley Before the close of day.
How the snow-blight came upon me
I will tell you as we go,— The blight of the Shadow-hunter,
Who walks the midnight snow.
To the cold December heaven
Came the pale moon and the stars,
As the yellow sun was sinking Behind the purple bars.
The snow was deeply drifted
Upon the ridges drear, That lay for miles around me
And the camp from which we steer. |
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