SONGS.
THE BRIDAL RING.
I dream’d last night of our earlier days,
Ere I sigh’d for a sword and a feather;
As wo danc’d on the hill in the moon’s pale rays.
Hand in hand together.
I thought that you gave me again that kiss,
More sweet than the perfume of Spring,
When I press’d on your finger love’s pure golden pledge
The Bridal Ring, the Bridal Ring.
Ere I sigh’d for a sword and a feather;
As wo danc’d on the hill in the moon’s pale rays.
Hand in hand together.
I thought that you gave me again that kiss,
More sweet than the perfume of Spring,
When I press’d on your finger love’s pure golden pledge
The Bridal Ring, the Bridal Ring.
I dreamt I heard thee in the bugle’s sound,
And at once was forc’d to sever,
When I fell on the heath with my last dead wound,
Lost to thee for ever.
I thought that you gave me again that kiss,
Imperil’d like a flower in Spring,
’Neath its warmth I awoke, on this dear hand I press’d
The Bridal Ring, the Bridal Ring.
And at once was forc’d to sever,
When I fell on the heath with my last dead wound,
Lost to thee for ever.
I thought that you gave me again that kiss,
Imperil’d like a flower in Spring,
’Neath its warmth I awoke, on this dear hand I press’d
The Bridal Ring, the Bridal Ring.
WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO STAND.
Queer scenes now are all the go.
You cannot say I’m wrong;
And there is one I’d have you know
I’ve work’d into a song.
You cannot say I’m wrong;
And there is one I’d have you know
I’ve work’d into a song.
