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Title
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Warrior's grave
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Singer
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Unknown
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
I'll hang my harp on a willow tree,
And I'll off to the wars again;
My peaceful home has no charms for me,
The battlefield no pain.
Verse 2
The lady I love will soon be a bride,
With a diadem on her brow;
Oh, why did she flatter my boyish pride?
She's going to leave me now.
Verse 3
She took me away from my warlike lord,
And gave me a silken suit;
I thought no more of my master's sword,
As I played on my master's lute.
Verse 4
She seemed to think me a boy above,
Her pages of low degree;
If I had loved with a boyish love,
It would have been better for me.
Verse 5
Then I'll hide in my breast every selfish care,
I'll flush my pale cheek with wine;
And when smiles await the bridal pair,
I'll hasten to give them mine.
Verse 6
I'll laugh and I'll sing, though my heart may bleed,
And I'll walk in the festive train;
And if I survive I'll mount my steed,
And off to the wars again.
Verse 7
Then one golden tress of her hair I'll twine,
In my helmet's sable plume;
And on the field of Palestine,
I'll seek her at early doom.
Verse 8
If by the Saracen's hand I fall,
Midst the noble and the brave;
One tear from the lady I love is all,
I ask for the warrior's grave.
