And bury her deep;
For she was not sorry;
She would not weep.”
The soldier young
Has her threshold gained:
Ah, heavy the tears
His eyes down rained!
“O little white feet
So dear to me,
How have they bound ye
And bury her deep;
For she was not sorry;
She would not weep.”
The soldier young
Has her threshold gained:
Ah, heavy the tears
His eyes down rained!
“O little white feet
So dear to me,
How have they bound ye