“Have they killed my Hans and Otto?
Did they find them in the corn?
Go and tell that savage monster
Not to slay my youngest born.
“Yonder is my new-bought reaper,
Standing mid the ripened grain;
E’en my cow asks why I leave her
Wand’ring, unmilked, o’er the plain.
“Soldiers, bury here my Lela;
Place me also ’neath the sod;
Long we lived and wrought together—
Let me die with her—O God!
“Faithful Fido, you they’ve left me,
Can you tell me, Fido, why
God at once has thus bereft me?
All I ask is here to die.
“O, my daughter Jennie, darling!
Worse than death is Jennie’s fate!"
Nelson, as our troops were leaving
Turned and shut his garden gate.
Designed by A. P. Connolly.