The sun shines not o'er the melancholy fields
And thee sorrowed lay down thy shield
For the day had harkened victory
Not this grief and misery
The men had hastened forth bravely
To a fight most deadly
Thy enemies have all been slayed
But only thee and thy remain
dThy people wished and dreamed for peace
Thee see it now in faces of deceased
How could this be? some may cry
But will thee answer with a sorrowful sigh?
Or will thee turn and walk away
Beyond the hills where no death lays
Or choose now to end it all
Place thy blade, for the fatal fall