Ah! would I had known in my younger days half the horrors which now I know."
Weary, and wounded, and worn, wounded and ready to die,
A soldier they left, all alone and forlorn, on the field of the battle to lie.
The dead and the dying alone could their presence and pity afford,
And thus with a sad and a terrible tone (oh! would that these truths were more perfectly known!) he sang the Song of the Sword.
ANONYMOUS.
THE SONG OF A SOT.
Words composed by Bro. J. B. Davies, P.M. (753).
Dedicated to George Cruikshank, Esq., by his kind permission.