IV 'Marie's my name; Christ's mother bore it. That badge? No shame : V (Hair to her waist, Limbs like a Venus): Robes are displaced : 'Soldiers, please screen us ! VI 'He at the front? That is my lover: Stood all the brunt;Now-the fight's over. VII 'Powder and bread Gave out together: Droll to be dead In this bright weather! 'IN FAR-AWAY FRANCE. IN far-away France I knew a lass, Lon la ! She merrily made the moments pass,— Lon la ! Her smile was bright and her step was light, The touch of her hand was a pure delight— Lon la ! But she is a saint in Heaven to-night, O Lon la ! II She died with her baby on her breast, Lon la ! She died among strangers unconfessed, Lon la ! Now shed a tear as this tale you hear; But I sought her far and I sought her near : O Lon la ! III I came at last to the maiden's grave, Lon la! I could not weep and I could not rave, Alas! and why from me did you fly— Lon la ! Was shame so great that you could but die? O Lon la ! IV The wolves are ever outside the fold, Lon la ! They lure the lambs to the dark and cold, Lon la ! There's sorrow dread in their stealthy tread; Oh! woe to the lambs by them misled ! Lon la ! Oh! woe is mine for the maiden dead! O Lon la ! SWITZERLAND AND HER SONG. Ι HARD by the church in old Geneva town Methought the cry Of Luther through this mighty choral rang! |
