BETA

Auf Wiederseh’n.


They stood within the minster shade,1
Clasped hands, and kissed, and kissed again,2
The soldier and his little maid :3
Farewell, dear love, farewell,’ he said,4
Auf wiederseh’n.’5
He rode to battle, down the street ;6
She wept beside her window-pane ;7
A flower fell at the soldier’s feet,8
A voice fell, soft and low and sweet :9
Auf wiederseh’n.’10
He fought afar ; she kept alone :11
They brought him home from battle slain :12
Beneath his blood-stained tunic shone13
A silver cross, with this thereon :14
Auf wiederseh’n.’15