THE LITTLE TIN SOLDIER. 



LEAFLET XIV. 



He was a little tin soldier, One little leg had he; 

 She was a little fairy dancer, Bright as bright could be; 

 She had a castle and garden, He but an old box dim; 

 She was a dainty rose-lover, Far too grand for him. 

 He was a little tin soldier, One little leg had he; 

 Bravely shouldered his musket, Fain her love would be. 



Once as he watched his rose-lover, Winds from the north did blow, 



Swept him out of the casement Down to a stream below. 



True to his little lady, Still he shouldered his gun; 



Soon, so soon came the darkness, Life and love undone. 



He was a little tin soldier, One little leg had he; 



Ne'er in the world a lover Half so true could be. 



Once more he sees his rose-love, Still she is dancing gay, 



He is worn and faded, Loyal still for aye. 



Then came a hand that swept them into a furnace wide, 



Parted in life, in dying They are side by side. 



Ah for the little tin soldier, Ah for her cruelty. 



There lies her rose in ashes, There his loyal little heart. 



SAILING. 



Y'heave ho, my lads, the wind blows free, 



A pleasant gale is on our lee 



And soon across the ocean clear, 



Our gallant barque shall bravely steer ; 



But ere we part, from England's shore tonight 



A song we'll sing, For home. and beauty bright. m 



CHORUS : 



Then here's to the sailor, and here's to the heart so true ; 

 Who will think of him upon the waters blue? 

 Sailing, sailing, over the bounding main, 

 For many a stormy wind shall blow, 

 Ere Jack comes home again; 

 Sailing, sailing, over the bounding main, 

 For many a stormy wind shall blow, 

 Ere Jack conies home again. 



A sailor's life is bold and free, 



His home is on the rolling sea ; 



And never life more true and brave 



Than he who launches on the wave ; 



Afar he speeds, in distant climes to roam, 



With jocund song, He rides the sparkling foam. 



CHORUS : 

 Then here's to the sailor, etc. 



The tide is flowing with the gale, 

 Y'heave ho, my lads, set every sail ; 

 The harbor bar we soon shall clear, 

 Farewell once more to home so dear; 

 For when the tempest rages loud and long, 

 That home shall be our guiding star among. 



CHORUS : 



Then here's to the sailor, etc. 

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