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10 Oct 02 - 06:51 PM (#800683) Subject: a soldier and his bride From: GUEST,newfie girl "Does anyone know the lyrics to this song?"..... they were seated side by side, just a soldier and his bride a soldier just returning from the war, he had been away for years, from his loving wife so dear,........... ........................ .................his loving wife lay dying on her bed,........ .......oh darling live till morn.....let me see the daylight dawn... let me gaze into your beauty once again........ ......................... how I wish that I was slang when from England I first came then to meet with you and part from you again..... ........................ .......................... |
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10 Oct 02 - 06:58 PM (#800691) Subject: RE: a soldier and his bride From: Sorcha Could it be this one at the Levy site? Unfortunately page 3 seems to be missing. |
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10 Oct 02 - 10:23 PM (#800791) Subject: Lyr Add: THE SOLDIER AND HIS BRIDE From: Jim Dixon Sorcha: The song you linked to is apparently not the song Newfie Girl requested, although it has the same title. It's interesting enough anyway, so I transcribed it. Page 3 came up just fine for me. Page 1 has a lot of text in very small type that I can't read. I assume this gives the historical background of the story. THE SOLDIER AND HIS BRIDE Founded on an event in the history of the American Revolutionary War. The Poetry by George P. Morris, Esq. The Music composed by Henry Russell. Henry Russell Publication: New York: Firth & Hall, No. 1 Franklin Sq., 1824. She heard the fight was over, And won the wreath of fame! When tidings from her lover With his good war-steed came. To guard her safely to his tent, The red-men of the woods were sent. They led her where sweet waters gush Under the pine-tree bough! The tomahawk is raised to crush. 'Tis buried in her brow! She sleeps, she sleeps beneath that pine-tree now! Her broken-hearted lover In hopeless conflict died! The forest leaves now cover That soldier and his bride! The frown of the Great Spirit fell Upon the red-men like a spell! No more those waters slake their thirst; Shadeless to them that tree! O'er land and lake they roam accurst, And in the clouds they see Thy spirit! Thy spirit unavenged, McRea! |