frightened ye seem to be.'
But the boy kep' a-whisperin' to himself,
as if 't was all he knew,
'God 'll take care o' you, Bill, God 'll take
care o' you.'
He's never known us since that day, nor
his sweetheart, an' never will;
Father an' mother an' sweetheart are all
the same to Bill.
An' he groans like a wounded soldier,