The Convalescent

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 So I walked among the willows very quietly all night;
There was no moon at all, at all; no timid star alight;
There was no light at all, at all; I wint from tree to tree,
And I called him as his mother called, but he nivver answered me.


Oh I called him all the night-time, as I walked the wood alone;
And I listened and I listened, but I nivver heard a moan;
Then I found him at the dawnin', when the sorry sky was red:
I was lookin' for the livin', but I only found the dead.


Sure I know that it was Shamus by the silver cross he wore;
But the bugles they were callin', and I heard the cannon roar.

Oh I had no time to tarry, so I said a little prayer,
And I clasped his hands together, and I left him lyin' there.


Now the birds are singin', singin', and I'm home in Donegal,
And it's Springtime, and I'm thinkin' that I only dreamed it all;
I dreamed about that evil wood, all crowded with its dead,
Where I knelt beside me brother when the battle-dawn was red.


Where I prayed beside me brother ere I wint to fight anew:
Such dreams as these are evil dreams; I can't believe it's true.

Where all is love and laughter, sure it's hard to think of loss .
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But mother's sayin' nothin', and she clasps -- a silver cross.

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