The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1861-07-25
BIyaEy Ox TlIn RHINE.
ny mrs. NORToS.

There was Lack Of womaus nursing,
There was lack ui wumlus tears,
But comrade stood bNsid1 him.
While his life blood cbbcd away,
And ben, with pitving gllnccs,
10 hear whit hr might say;
The diving soldier laltcrcd,
As he took that comrades hmL
And he said. - never moro snall sos
My own. my native liant;
Take message and token
To some distant tri1n Is ul mine,
For | was born at Bingcn
At Bingcn On the Rhine.
Tell my brothers and companions,
When they meet and crowd around,
To hear my moulutul story,
In the plcasla, vineyard ground;
That we fought the battle braycly--
And when the day was done,
Full many corpse las ghlstly pale
Beneath the setting sun;
And midst the dcud aud dying,
Were some grown old in wars
The death wounds on their gallant breasts,
The last Of many sears
But some were young, AMI suddenly
Bchcld liic's morn deel'ne.
And one had como FROM liingcn-
From Bingcn on the RHINE.
Tell my mother that her other sons
Shall comfort her old age,
For was like trunnt bird,
That Thought his home a cage;
For my father was a soldier,
And even when child,
Nv heart lrnpcd forth to hear him tell
OF conflicts fierce and Wild
And when he died and left us
To divide his scaniy board,
let them take whatc'cr they would
BIT kept my fathers sword;
And with hoyish love hung il
Where the bright ueht used to shine,
On the cottage walls at Bmucn.-
Calm Bngcn I'm tine Rhine.
Tell my sister not to weep fur me,
And sob with dropping head,
When the troops come mwching hom, ngnir
With glad and gallant tread
But to look upon them proudly,
With calm and stcadiHst eve,
For her brother was n soldier, too,
And not afraid To die
And if comrado seek her love,
| ask her in my name
To listen 10 him kindly,
Without regret % shame
And to hang the old sword in its place,
My fathers sword aud mine,
For the honor of old Bingrn
Dear Bingcn ON the Rhine.
There's anothcr-not sister
In the happy days gone by,
You'd have known her by the mcrrimcnt
That sparkled in her eye
Too innocent for copucty--
Too fond lor idle sc0rniug-
Oh, friends think the lghtcst heart
Makes sometimes, heaviest mourning
Tell her the last night OF my life
tFor ere this moon be risen,
My body will be out Of pain,
My soul be out Of prisou,)
l dreamed stood with her and saw
The yellow sunlight shine
On the vine clad hills of Bmgcn-
Fair Bingen ON the Rhine.
saw the blue Rhine sweep along
heard or seemed To hear,
The German song we used tO sing,
In the chorus sweet and clear
And down the pleasant river
And up the slnting hill
The cchoing chorus sounded,
Thro' the cv'uing calm and still
And her glad blue eyes were on mo,
As we passed with friendly talk,
Down many path beloved ut v re,
And wcll-rcmrmbCrrd walk
And her little hand lay lightly,
Contliugly in mine
But we'll meet no molr at Bingcn--
Loved Bingcn ON the Rhine.
His voice grew faint and hoarsc-
His grasp was childish weak
His eyes put ON dying look
He sighed and ceased to speak
His comrade bent 10 lift him,
But the spark of life had fled;
The soldier of the Legion
In foreign land was dead!
And the soft moon rose mp slowly,
And calmly she looked down
On the red sand of the battle field
With bloody corpscS srcwn--
Yes, calmly ON that dreadful scene,
Her pale light seemed to shine,
As il shone ON distant iiugcn--
Fair Bingcn ON the Rhine.