The War Wedding
Who would have thought it of little Clare
She would be a bride so soon?
Does she really know how much they dare
Who wed in a wartime June?
He comes to me whence the great guns shake
The earth and the bullets rain
I know because of the vow I make
He goes happier back again.
Till death shall part us- if at the word
Death take us, and part us swift
He leaves me his stainless name and sword
And I ask no other gift.
Or if he comes back to me at length
Blinded, or crippled of limb
Than I will gird up my youth and strength
To fight in my turn for him.
Then God Be good to you, little Clare
And the bells ring out a tune
Be it joy or tears you go to share
On this bridal morn in June.