On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her...
The Children's Treasury of English Song - Pągina 82
per Francis Turner Palgrave - 1875 - 302 pągines
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