That was what I heard.

'Twas ten o'clock, a summer's day,

My love on the hill.

"Then that means war," I heard them say,

And my heart stood still.

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Life had been fair as I stood there,

Eight weeks a bride;

All of me laid warm and bare

To my true love's side!

Oh, who should dream of dark to-morrows

And lonely weeping

Whose steadfast joys and passing sorrows

Lay in such a keeping?

There blew a chill wind from the hill

Like a sea-breath;

I shiver'd and a taint of ill

Brought news of death.

I blinkt my eyes as who should try

To see what is to fear;

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