Page:Departmental Ditties and Ballads and Barrack-Room Ballads, Kipling, 1899.djvu/339

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"Soldier, soldier, come from the wars,
O then I know it's true I've lost my true love!"
"An' I tell you truth again—when you've lost the feel o' pain
You'd best take me for your true love."

True love! New love!
Best take 'im for a new love.
The dead they cannot rise, an' you'd better dry your eyes,
An' you'd best take 'im for your true love.