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It’s since you will not marry me, pray tell me your name;
Or where is your dwelling or from whence you came:
My name’s William Engiam on the Elegenstan,
My dwelling is near to the bank of the Ban.
Come all you young maidens wherever you be,
That wishes to ponder my sad destiny;
When you go a roving by two or by one
Take care of the angler who roves on the Ban.
THE SOLDIER’S DREAM.
Our bugles had sung, for the night cloud had lower’d,
and the centinel stars set the watch in the sky,
And thousands had sunk on the ground, overpower’d;
the weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.
When reposing that night on my pallet of straw,
by the wolf-scaring faggot, and guarding the slain.
At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw,
and twice ere the cock crew I dreamt it again.
Methought from the battle-field’s dreadful array,
far, far I had roam’d on a desolate track,
Till nature and sunshine disclos’d the sweet way
to the house of my father, that welcom’d me back:
