And I'll arrange a meeting when I learn
What friends are doing' (meaning Shepherd Ern).
'Good-bye, my own.' 'Dear Jim, you understand.
If we were only free, dear, free to meet,
Dear, I would take you by your big, strong hand
And kiss your dear boy eyes so blue and sweet;
But my dead husband lies under the sheet,
Dead in my heart, dear, lovely, lonely one,
So, Jim, my dear, my loving days are done.
But though my heart is buried in his grave