(A Different Version)
Noting the words of the
Boer War song of this title which appeared in a recent issue, a western reader
forwards another version of the song, reading as below. The same mail brought an enquiry for this
very version from a correspondent in Bermuda:
After
the din of the battle’s roar,
Just
at the close of day,
Wounded
and bleeding upon the field
Two
dying soldiers lay.
One
held a ringlet of thin grey hair
One
held a lock of brown,
Bidding
each other a last farewell,
Just
as the sun went down.
Chorus
One
thought of mother at home alone,
Feeble
and old and grey,
One
of a sweetheart he had left in town,
Happy
and young and gay;
One
kissed the ringlet of thin grey hair,
One
kissed the lock of brown
Bidding
farewell to the dear old flag,
Just
as the sun went down.
One
knew the joy of a mother’s love,
One
of a sweetheart fair;
Thinking
of home they lay side by side,
Breathing
a farewell prayer—
One
for his mother so old and grey,
One
for the love in town;
They
closed their eyes to the earth and skies,
Just
as the sun went down.
Chorus
These
were the words from a comrade’s lips,
One
who survived the fight,
Sweetheart
and mother were listening there—
Oh,
what a pitiful sight!
Two
hearts nigh broken, two noble lives lost,
Fighting
defending the Crown,
Yet
they were proud of the heroes who died
Just
as the sun went down.
Chorus
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