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Wo  had  won  a  glorious  battle,
                                  And  die  enemy,  beaten,  fled.
                               Then  they  counted  tlie  dead  ELiid  wounded,
                                  And  found  him  among-  the  slain;
                               0   G o d !  had  I  known  when  we  parted
                                  W e  were  never  £.0  meet  again  !
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                               1  couldn't  belie™  the  story,
                                  I  couldn't  believe  that  lie—
                               M y  da fling,  my  soldier  husband—
                                 W ould  never  come  back  to  me,
                               T  had thought  of  him  nig]it  and  morning;
                                  I   had  passed  3ong  nights  on  my  knees
                               Praying that  God  would  bring  him
                                  Back  to  me  over  the  seas.



                               It  nil  camc  bach  like  a  vision ;
                                 T  could  hear  the  band  as  it  played
                               When  the  retd men t  marched  to  the  station,
                                 And  the  noise  that  the  people  made
                               A s  they  shouk'd  “ Good  luck  !  "  to  the  soldiers,
                                 And  gave  them  three  ringing  cheers,
                               Whiles  the  women,  with  a-:hen  Tacps,
                                 W alhed  by  the  side  in  tears.


                               We  walked  bv  his  side  that  morning,
                                 And  Nellie  wa?  quite  elate
                               With  the  band  and  the  crowd  and  the cheering—

                                 M y  Nellie  wns  o n l y  eight.
                               She  never  thought  of  the  danger;
                                 He  bad  tried  to  make  her  gay,
                               And  to id  her  to  take  cel re  of  mother— -
                                  Me  wouldn't  be  Song  away.
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