Health and reason forever gone.
Lay lilies here.
Was that a tear?—
I went to the war myself that year.
Put roses here.
This grave is dear—
She was my sister. The truest heart,
Always ready to do her part.
Gave up her son
When the first gun
Health and reason forever gone.
Lay lilies here.
Was that a tear?—
I went to the war myself that year.
Put roses here.
This grave is dear—
She was my sister. The truest heart,
Always ready to do her part.
Gave up her son
When the first gun