THE evening sun's gaen down the west, The birds sit nodding on the tree; All nature now prepares for rest, But rest prepared there's none for me. The trumpet sounds to war's alarms, The drums they beat, the fifes they play, -- Come, Mary, cheer me wi' thy charms, For the morn I will be far away. @3Good night, and joy -- good night, and joy, Good night, and joy be wi' you a'; For since it's so that I must go, Good night, and joy be wi' you a'!@1 I grieve to leave my comrades dear, I mourn to leave my native shore; To leave my aged parents here, And the bonnie lass whom I adore. But tender thoughts maun now be hushed, When danger calls I must obey, The transport waits us on the coast, And the morn I will be far away. @3Good night, and joy, etc.@1 Adieu, dear Scotia's sea-beat coast! Though bleak and drear thy mountains be, When on the heaving ocean tost I'll cast a wishful look to thee! And now, dear Mary, fare thee well, May Providence thy guardian be! Or in the camp, or on the field, I'll heave a sigh, and think on thee! @3Good night, and joy -- good night, and joy, Good night, and joy be wi' you a';@1 @3For since it's so that I must go, Good night, and joy be wi' you a'!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WE CAN'T WRITE OURSELVES INTO ETERNAL LIFE by DAVID IGNATOW DIVIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LETHE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 8 by JAMES JOYCE BONNYBELL: THE BUTTERFLY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO A FRIEND IN THE MAKING by MARIANNE MOORE GOLDWING MOTH by CARL SANDBURG |