The Pretty Lady-Tree
The Sergeant grinned, The Cook, he wheezed, As we all slowly died beneath the willow trees. I slowly began to close my eyes,And though I knew my life was fast a-fadin',I spotted on the hillock, An oaken maiden. The tree smiled and waved as she noticed, And winked an eye of heartwood, And as Mr. Death beckoned my comrades and me,I thought about that pretty lady-tree.