She wandered down the Mountain side

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She wander’d down the mountain side,
With measur’d tread, with measur’d tread, and slow.
She heard the bells at eventide,
Down in the vale below, the vale below.
A bird was singing its psalm of rest,
But she heeded, heeded not its song.
For other thoughts fill’d full her heart
And she sang as she went along,
“I shall meet him where we always meet,
He is waiting, waiting for me.
My heart is full; I hear it beat;
I am coming, my love, to thee,
My heart is full, I can hear it beat,
I am coming, oh my love, to thee.”

Poor child! he’s gone to his last rest.
Alas! he perish’d in a foreign land.
He nobly died with face to foe,
Slain by a ruthless hand, a ruthless hand.
Ah me! she knows not what they mean,
For she heeds not what they say.
And still at eventide again she’s seen,
And she sings as she wends her way:
“I shall meet him where we always meet,
He is waiting, waiting for me.
My heart is full; I hear it beat;
I am coming, my love, to thee,
My heart is full, I can hear it beat,
I am coming, oh my love, to thee.”