Air – Take your gun and go John
As on the wings of memory
I’m wafted back apace,
Once more methinks that I behold
Her patient, angel face,
And ah, this world’s delusive hopes,
No longer seemth bright.
But sorrow’s tears, pent up for years,
Steal down my cheeks tonight.
I sit and thoughtfully I gaze,
Athwart the ocean’s tide,
My heart is with my native land,
The land where Minnie died.
Naught breaks the solemn quiet, save
That night-birds plaintive cry,
And as I muse I can but feel,
Her spirit hovers high!
Though beauty tempt me with her smile,
Or fortunes golden store,
I never, never will forget,
The one I loved of yore,
I sit and thoughtfully I gaze,
Athwart the ocean’s tide,
My heart is with my native land,
The land where Minnie died.
Time’s ruthless iron hand hing’d
My jelly locks with gray,
Ere long upon my soul will dawn,
The great eternal day,
Yet since I saw her pallid face,
upon the funeral bier,
O never have I ceased to think,
Of her in childhood dear,
I sit and thoughtfully I gaze,
Athwart the ocean’s tide,
My heart is with my native land,
The land where Minnie died.
(Joseph Warren Watson)
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