'Tis only a Soldier that's
Dead.

Printed and sold by Jennings, No. 13, Water-
lane, Fleet-street, London.

ALL is silent and dark—on the night's
heavy air,

Lo! what sound thus is borne, like the sigh
of defpair,

Like the groan of a heart, from which all
hope hath fled?

O! 'tis nothing—'tis only a soldier that's
dead!

That lament was his widow's; far, far from
her home;

In the cold drear of night doth she comfort-
les roam,

And around her, her children are crying for
bread;

But, no matter—'tis only a soldier that's dead!

Painful memory collects all the woes they
have known,

All the black rolling sorrows that o'er them
have flown;

On no hour of their loves had one bright
beam been shed,

But, what matter—'tis only a soldier that's
dead!

"Peace, oh peace! thou dear baby—oh!
hush thee to rest;

"Thy poor father is low, there's no milk in
this breast!"

Ah! the groan of that widow to Heaven may
have sped;