Show the soap book boo ir IF YOU HERE HERE by ay phillip bourke marston arston sl 0 love if you were here this dreary weary day it if your lips warm and dear found some so e sweet word to say then hardly wo would u id seem dearer these skies of wintry gray but you are tar far away how far from me my dear what cheer can warm the day my heart Is chill with tear fear pierced through with swift dismay A thought has turned life sere if 1 I you from tar far away should come not bade back my dear if I 1 no more might lay jay my hand on yours nor hear that voice now sad now gay caress my listening ear car it you from far away should come no more my dear then with what dire dismay year joined to hostile year would irown frown it if I 1 should stay where memories mock and jeer but I 1 would come away to dwell with you my dear through unknown worlds to stray or sleep nor hope nor fear nor dream beneath the clay of all our days that were THE SONG PONG or OF THE CAMP BY BAYARD TAYLOR give us a song the soldiers cried the outer trenches guarding while the heated guns of the camps allied grew weary of bombarding there was a pause A guardsman said wo we storm the forts tomorrow sing while we may another day will wil bring enough of sorrow they lay along the batt erys side below the smoking cannon brave hearts from severn and from cl clyde yde and from the banks of shannon they sang of love and not of fame forgot was britaina Brit ains glory each heart recalled a different name but all sang annie laurie voice after voice caught up the song until its tender passion rose like an anthem rich and strong their battle eve confession dear girl her name he dared not speak but as the song grew louder A tear upon the soldiers cheek washed off the stala stains of powder now irish noras eyes are dim for r a singer dumb and gory and hoa english mary weeps tor for him W who sang eang of annie laurie sleep soldiers still in honored rest your truth and valor wearing T the he bravest are the kenderest ten derest the loving are the during the flu when your back Is broke and your eyes are blurred and your shin shinbones bones knock and your tongue Is furred and your tonsils squeak and your hair gets dry and you youre re doggone sure that youre going 1 in g to die and youre you I 1 wont vont and afraid you will aul just drag to bed and have your chill and pray the lord to see you through for you got the flu boy you got the flu when your toes curl up ana your belt goes flat and youre twice as mean as a thomas cat and life is a long and dismal curse and your food all tastes like a hard boll ed cd hearse |