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WHEN MY LOVER RETURNS.
AFTER THE BATTLE OF BLUE GAP, VA., JANUARY 9TH, '62.
Oh, my bird, my beautiful bird!
Sing no more to-day;
The saddest maiden under the sun
I must be, till this weary war is done;
For my lover has gone away.
Sing no more to-day;
The saddest maiden under the sun
I must be, till this weary war is done;
For my lover has gone away.
Ah! your voice could never drop as it does
Down through those slender bars;
If you ever had loved a soldier lad,
And he was all the friend you had,
And was gone away to the wars.
Down through those slender bars;
If you ever had loved a soldier lad,
And he was all the friend you had,
And was gone away to the wars.
You are quiet now! too quiet, my bird,
To suit my restless mood;
'Tis fearful to feel the house so still,
Sing out again, till you sing your fill;
I shall die with solitude!
To suit my restless mood;
'Tis fearful to feel the house so still,
Sing out again, till you sing your fill;
I shall die with solitude!
Yet low, sing low, while he is gone
To fight for the stripes and stars;
I would not hear your voice ring out,
Till it blends itself with the nation's shout,
When my lover comes from the wars.
To fight for the stripes and stars;
I would not hear your voice ring out,
Till it blends itself with the nation's shout,
When my lover comes from the wars.
You must sing for us both in that blessed day,
When I welcome my soldier boy;
For my eyes will be dim with the happy tear,
And my heart will come to my lip so near,
That I cannot speak for joy!
When I welcome my soldier boy;
For my eyes will be dim with the happy tear,
And my heart will come to my lip so near,
That I cannot speak for joy!
PHEBE CARY.
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