A ballad of the American Revolutionary War period. Written Dec 8, revised Dec 11, 2000. |
Upon a sleek snowy white steed He rode, he rode. Upon a sleek snowy white steed, Into the deep green meadow, With a letter in his pack, Rode he, rode he. With a letter in his pack And a sigh in his eye and chest. Through the tall grasses that whip He rode, he rode. Through the tall grasses that whip, Onto the thin forest path, Thinking of things grave and grim, Rode he, rode he. Thinking of things grave and grim Of the past and the last days spent. Watched by hawks and sparrows He rode, he rode. Watched by hawks and sparrows, Into the cold creek water, Remembering times gone by, Rode he, rode he. Remembering times gone by; Full of glee and free memories. Spraying freezing water 'round He rode, he rode. Spraying freezing water 'round, Into rye fields gold and high, Seeing visions of battle, Rode he, rode he. Seeing visions of battle Closing his eyes, cursing the skies. Sunlight bleeding down on all He rode, he rode. Sunlight bleeding down on all, Onto the lady's moist dirt, Praying he could find good words Rode he, rode he. Praying he could find good words To, in solace, pass to the lass. Past the whispering willows He rode, he rode. Past the whispering willows, To in front of sweet Sue's door, Spreading the horrible truth, Rode he, rode he. Spreading the horrible truth That her love had risen above. |