“Which shall it be, Elise?” asked Helen. “You choose one of the songs.”
“I see one follows the air of the Old Colored Joe,” said Elise. “I do know that loving song. Please to sing that; and if I may, I will try to sing it also.”
“Of course we will sing that, you dear,” laughed the tall young Lieutenant, and together they sang:
WE’RE COMING
(Tune: Old Black Joe)
Camping Song.
I
Come where the lake lies gleaming in the sun;
Come where the days are filled with work and fun.
Come where the moon hangs out her evening lamp;