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The Wounded Huzzar (Trad arr. Niamh Parsons & Graham Dunne)

Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube
Fair Adelaide roamed when the battle was o’er
O where then she cried have you wandered my true love
Or where do you wither or bleed on the shore
She travelled awhile the tears her eyes flooding
Through the dead and the dying she walked near and far
Till she found by a river all bleeding and dying
By the light of the moon, her poor wounded Huzzar

From his bosom that heaved the last torrent was streaming
And pale was his visage deep marked with a scar
And pale were his eyes once expressively beaming
That had melted in love and had kindled in war
How sad was poor Adelaide’s heart at the sight
How bitter she wept o’er the victim of war
Have you come then he cried this last sorrowful night
For to cheer the lone heart of your wounded Huzzar

You will live then she cried Heaven’s mercy relieving
Each anguishing wound shall forbid me to mourn
Ah no the last fancy in my bosom is heaving
No light of the moon shall to Henry return
You charmer of life ever tender and true
Take my love to my babes that await me afar
His faltering tongue scarce could murmur adieu
When he died in her arms her poor wounded Huzzar



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