Tears, Tears. By A. H. Laidlaw

    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!