Willie Has Gone to the War


H. DE.MARSAN, Publisher. of Songs, ballads, toy books, &c. No.64 Chatham Street, N.Y.

Willie Has Gone to the War.

The blue bird is singing its lay
To all the sweet flowers of the dale;
The wild bet is roaming, at play;
And the sigh of the scale;
I stray by the brook-side, alone,
Where oft we have wandered before,
And weep for my loved one—my own:
My Willie has gone to the war!......

It was there, where the lily-bells prow,
That I Just saw his noble young face;
But now he has gone to the foe—
Oh! dearly I love the old place!
The whispering waters repeat
The name that 1 love o’er and o’er,
And daisies, that nod at any feet,
Say: Willie has gone to the war!

The leaves of the forest will fade,
The roses will wither and die,
And Spring to our homo in the glade,
On airy-like pinions, will fly;
But still I will hopefully wait,
Till the day when those battles are o’er:
And pine like a bird for its mate.
Till Willie comes home from the ware.

Item Information help

blog comments powered by Disqus
Help Improve Our Site

Please take one minute to fill out our brief survey. Your feedback will help us improve Duke Digital Collections.