A SOLDIER LAD.
I
A Soldier Lad my Love shall be,
He'll frown on the foe, but He'll smile on me.
I'll deck his helm with plumage light.
I'll make his shield and buckler bright;
And when the trump he hears,
He shall not see my tears.
II
A Soldier Lad my Love shall be,
He'll frown on the foe, but He'll smile on me,
And when I hear the fife and drum,
When all exclaim “They come! They come!”
I know I shall not speak,—
The voice of joy is weak!
III
A Soldier Lad my Love shall be,
He'll frown on the foe, but He'll smile on me,
I'll make him tell of battles fought,
Yet shudder at the tale I sought;
His hand will press my own,
To prove the danger gone.
