The Death of Wolfe/Sally Roy

by John Rannie

For other versions of this work, see The Death of Sally Roy.

SALLY ROY.

Fair Sally, once the village pride,
Lies cold and wan in yonder valley;
She lost her lover, and she died,
Grief broke the heart of gentle Sally:
Young Valiant was the hero's name,
For early valour fired the boy,
Who bartered all his love for fame,
And killed the hopes of Sally Roy.

Swift from the arms of weeping love,
As raged the war in yonder valley,
He rush'd his martial power to prove,
While faint with fear sunk lovely Sally.
At noon she saw the youth depart,
At eve she lost her darling joy;
Ere night the last throb of her heart
Declar'd the fate of Sally Roy.

The virgin train in tears are seen,
When yellow moonlight fills the valley,
Slow stealing o'er the dewy green,
Towards the grave of gentle Sally.
And while remembrance wakes the sigh
Which weans each feeling heart from joy,
The mournful dirge, ascending high,
Bewails the fate of Sally Roy.

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