The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill With biography, illustrations, and music |
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THE SOLDIER'S FUNERAL.
Now let the procession move solemn and slow,
While the soft mournful music accords with our woe,
While friendship's warm tears round his ashes are shed,
And soul-melting memory weeps for the dead.
Kind, good-hearted fellow as ever was known!
So kind and so good, every heart was his own;
Now, alas! low in death, are his virtues all o'er?
How painful the thought, we will see him no more!
While the soft mournful music accords with our woe,
While friendship's warm tears round his ashes are shed,
And soul-melting memory weeps for the dead.
Kind, good-hearted fellow as ever was known!
So kind and so good, every heart was his own;
Now, alas! low in death, are his virtues all o'er?
How painful the thought, we will see him no more!
In camp or in quarters he still was the same,
Each countenance brighten'd wherever he came;
When the wars of his country compell'd him to roam,
He cheerful would say, all the world was his home.
And when the fierce conflict of armies began,
He fought like a lion, yet felt as a man;
For when British brav'ry had vanquish'd the foe,
He 'd weep o'er the dead by his valour laid low.
Each countenance brighten'd wherever he came;
When the wars of his country compell'd him to roam,
He cheerful would say, all the world was his home.
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He fought like a lion, yet felt as a man;
For when British brav'ry had vanquish'd the foe,
He 'd weep o'er the dead by his valour laid low.
Ye time-fretted mansions! ye mould'ring piles!
Loud echo his praise through your long-vaulted aisles;
If haply his shade nightly glide through your gloom,
O tell him our hearts lie with him in the tomb!
And say, though he 's gone, long his worth shall remain,
Remember'd, belov'd, by the whole of the men.—
Whoe'er acts like him, with a warm feeling heart,
Friendship's tears drop applause at the close of his part.
Loud echo his praise through your long-vaulted aisles;
If haply his shade nightly glide through your gloom,
O tell him our hearts lie with him in the tomb!
And say, though he 's gone, long his worth shall remain,
Remember'd, belov'd, by the whole of the men.—
Whoe'er acts like him, with a warm feeling heart,
Friendship's tears drop applause at the close of his part.
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