Willie Has Gone to the War | ![]() |

George Cooper, 1863
| The bluebird is singing his lay, To all the sweet flowrs of the dale, The wild bee is reaming at play, And soft is the sigh of the gale; I stray by the brookside alone, Where oft we have wanderd before, And weep for my lovd one, my own, My Willie has gone to the war! Chorus: Willie has gone to the war, Willie, Willie my lovd one my own; Willie has gone to the war, Willie, Willie my lovd one is gone! | 2. Twas here, where the lily bells grow, I last saw his noble young face, And now while hes gone to the foe, Oh! dearly I love the old place; The whispering waters repeat The name that I love oer and oer, And daisies that nod at my feet, Say Willie has gone to the war! Chorus:
3. The leaves of the forest will fade, |
