Singing their little songs. One sang of love:

"The breath of spring is in his hair,

He needs no crimson necklaces

To win the favor of the fair.

"The full moon leaned to kiss his eyes,

The fairies brought him purple flowers,

The flowers of love, and made him wise.

"The maidens die for his disdain,

His heart strikes silver lightning,

Their warm tears stir the flowers like rain.

"The breath of love is in his hair,

He needs no crimson necklaces

To win the fairest of the fair."

Another sang of the sad mothers, lone

In their dark homes at evening, while beyond

The limitless twilight on some field of war

Their hearts lie dead.

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"O my men, my men!

Keen in the rain and sunshine

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