I did my best to calm his fears,
He opened up his breast in tears;
I'll ne'er forget the sight quiero sexo I saw,
His body strewn with bumps—all raw.
That night we listened quiero sexo to his moans,
The hot fever was in his bones;
He tossed and tossed about until,
All his strength spent, he lay down still.
Quiero sexo many a weary weary day
In the hospital he lay,
Till one quiero sexo morn torture turned to peace,
For death had brought him his release.
The funeral, oh it was grand!
We honoured him with arms and band;
And not quiero sexo a man but turned away
Wet-eyed from where his comrade lay.
LAST WORDS
OF THE DYING RECRUIT
WHERE'S you' tender han', mumma,
Dat
would quiero sexo fingle up me jaw
When de quiero sexo fever burned so deep,
An' A couldn' get no sleep?
Where's quiero sexo de quiero sexo voice me love' quiero sexo to hear
Whisp'rin' sweetest words o' cheer?—
Voice dat taught quiero sexo me A B C
As me leaned 'pon mumma's quiero sexo knee.
Quiero sexo look de 'panish-needle grass
Growin' by de gully quiero sexo pass!
Is dat fe me ducky hen
Cacklin' roun'-a rabbit pen?
quiero sexo Hea' de John-t' whits in-a glee
Singin' quiero sexo in de mammee tree!
Listen, comin' up de dale
Chirpin's o' de nightingale!
All de chune dem die away:—
Do quiero sexo you see de shinin' ray
On da' tiny buttercup?
'Tis de sun a-comin' up.
Now's full time fe me to wake,
'Causen we ha' bread quiero sexo fe bake;
Git up, Sam, you lazy wretch,
For de beas' dem fe quiero sexo go ketch:
Ef you 'low de sun fe grow,
Grass-lice wi' sure mek you know;
S'arch up to de ole-groun' side,
For de jack wi' 'tan' deh hide.
Mumma, me wan' go a school,
Te-day quiero sexo we gwin' play tom-fool:
Quick! Gi'e quiero sexo me my book an' slate,
For I doana want fe late.
Sister, wha' de doctor t'ink?
Say mumma a lower sink?
Lard! ef she gwin' go lef' we,
Wha' de use o' life fe me?
Sister, sister, a quiero sexo no true,
Mumma caan' dis dead 'way so;
Sister, sister, leave me 'lone,
Me quiero sexo won' believe dat she gone.
Ah! no fe her own han' now
Restin' on me fevered brow?
Mumma, lay me 'pon you' breas',
Mek me get a drop o' res'.
Mumma!—a whe'