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Willie Has Gone to the War
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(published by Wm. A. Pond & Co., N.Y., 1863)
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The bluebird is singing his lay,
To all the sweet flow’rs of the dale,
The wild bee is reaming at play,
And soft is the sigh of the gale;
I stray by the brookside alone,
Where oft we have wander’d before,
And weep for my lov’d one, my own,
My Willie has gone to the war!
Chorus:
Willie has gone to the war,
Willie, Willie my lov’d one my own;
Willie has gone to the war,
Willie, Willie my lov’d one is gone!
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’Twas here, where the lily bells grow,
I last saw his noble young face,
And now while he’s gone to the foe,
Oh! dearly I love the old place;
The whispering waters repeat
The name that I love o’er and o’er,
And daisies that nod at my feet,
Say Willie has gone to the war!
Chorus:
The leaves of the forest will fade,
The roses will wither and die,
But spring to our home in the glade
On fairy like pinions will fly;
And still I will hopefully wait
The day when these battles are o’er,
And pine like a bird for its mate,
Till Willie comes home from the war!
Chorus:
   
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