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Tears, Tears
Tears, tears,
With wifely fears
Immixed—I held my breath,
My boy!
As down the street
The drums did beat
That led you to your death,
My boy!
Oh! Oh!
Where’er I go,
And soldier boys I see,
My jo!
I wis’, I wis’,
For him whose kiss
Was blessedness to me,
My jo!
Still, still,
By wish and will,
The land you saved, I love,
My boy!
Beneath a stone,
It holds your bone,
I’ll clasp your soul above,
My boy!
—A. H. Laidlaw
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