...lanterns dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his...we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we stedfastly gaz'd on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we...

...lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we bound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his...pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away ou the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er...

...dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast ; Not in sheet, nor in shroud, we wound him ; But he lay — like a warrior taking his rest —...we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gaz'd on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow ! We thought, as we hollow'd his...

...the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow : But we stedfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought...pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er...

...lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we bound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his...we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly looked on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought as we hollowed his...

...lantern dimly hurning. No useless coffin enclosed his hreast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his...steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we hitterly thought of the morrow. We thought as we hollow'd his narrow hed, And smoothed down his lonely...

...God," Harper crossed himself, then looked with horror at Sharpe. Lord Cochrane reverted to poetry: "Few and short were the prayers we said. And we spoke...was dead. And we bitterly thought of the morrow." Then His Lordship began to laugh, and his laugh swelled to fill the whole church, for in the coffin,...

...with our bayonets turning, By the straggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lanthom dimly burning. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke...bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we bollow'd his narrow bed And smooth'd down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread...