Give this to Mother
Language: English 
Take I pray thee this small locket, 
Brother soldier ere I die; 
Life is flick'ring in its socket, 
And my spirit soon will fly; 

I am dying, comrade dying, 
Far from home and her I love; 
Death with life is strongly vying, 
And I soon will be above. 

Take this locket, soldier, brother, 
Don't forget, give this to mother. 

Comrade, hear those angels singing, 
See beyond the brilliant light; 
Hear you: joybells sweetly ringing; 
Shade my vision from God's sigh; 

Death had come, my eyes grow dimmer, 
Let me comrade touch your hand, 
Ere the stars of ev'ning glimmer, 
I will find a fairer land.


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Researcher for this text: Laura Prichard [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2015-12-25
Line count: 19
Word count: 106