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And dim was that eye, expressively beaming,
That melted in love, and that kindled in war!
How smit was poor Adelaide’s heart at the sight,
How bitter she wept o’er the victim of war!
'Hast thou come, my fond love, this last sorrowful night,
To cheer the lone heart of your wounded Hussar?’
That melted in love, and that kindled in war!
How smit was poor Adelaide’s heart at the sight,
How bitter she wept o’er the victim of war!
'Hast thou come, my fond love, this last sorrowful night,
To cheer the lone heart of your wounded Hussar?’
'Thou shalt live!’ she replied, 'Heaven’s mercy relieving;
Each anguishing wound shall forbid me to mourn.’
‘Ah! no: the last pang in my bosom is heaving;
No light of the moon shall to Henry return.
Thou charmer of life! ever tender and true;
Ye babes of my love! that await me afar—
His faltering tongue scarce could murmur Adieu,
When he sunk in her arms, the poor wounded Hussar!
Each anguishing wound shall forbid me to mourn.’
‘Ah! no: the last pang in my bosom is heaving;
No light of the moon shall to Henry return.
Thou charmer of life! ever tender and true;
Ye babes of my love! that await me afar—
His faltering tongue scarce could murmur Adieu,
When he sunk in her arms, the poor wounded Hussar!
Nobody Coming to Woo.
Last night the dogs did bark,
I went to the gate to see.
When every lass had her spark,
But nobody comes to me.
I went to the gate to see.
When every lass had her spark,
But nobody comes to me.
