But on the night of the sixth day of the second month
My father Tsunemori gathered us together.
“To-morrow,” he said, “we shall fight our last fight.
To-night is all that is left us.”
We sang songs together, and danced.
PRIEST.
Yes, I remember; we in our siege-camp
Heard the sound of music
Echoing from your tents that night;
There was the music of a flute ...
ATSUMORI.
The bamboo-flute! I wore it when I died.
PRIEST.
We heard the singing ...
ATSUMORI.
Songs and ballads ...
PRIEST.