You have fair children five, madame, So kind: You have fair children five, madame, So kind: 

So kind:

So kind:

 Your good man left you children three; Whence came these twain for company, All so kind? 

All so kind?

 "A letter came from the war, Marine, So kind: A letter came from the war, Marine, So kind: A while I wept for the good man dead, But another good man in a while I wed, All so kind." 

So kind:

So kind:

All so kind."

 The bold Marine he drained his glass, So kind: The bold Marine he drained his glass, So kind. He said not a word, though the tears they flowed, But back to his regiment took the road, All so kind.  

So kind:

So kind.

All so kind.

MARY LESLIE

Before Vittoria, June 20, 1813

O Mary Leslie, blithe and shrill The bugles blew for Spain: And you below the Castle Hill Stood in the crowd your lane. Then hearts were wild to watch us pass, Yet laith to let us go! While mine said, "Fare-ye-well, my lass!" And yours, "God keep my Jo!" 

The bugles blew for Spain:

Stood in the crowd your lane.

Yet laith to let us go!

And yours, "God keep my Jo!"

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