Dulcimer, play me a little tune -- @3Mercy, died at the age of two, Read the tablets, and find her name, "Killed on the door-stone," does it say? (Whimpered once as the Redskin came), I remember the winter day. What shall I play?@1 Dulcimer, play me a dancing tune -- @3David trod them merrily, "Died on the Meadows," as settlers die (You passed the meadows, piled with hay), And never a curl to know him by; Jig or reel, or a minuet? What shall I play?@1 Dulcimer, play me a song of love -- @3Hannah Sheldon, thirty-nine, Died like a woman, beside her man, There's the door where they hacked their way, Back in the days of good Queen Anne: Bullets or scalps, or a ransom to pay. What shall I play?@1 Dulcimer, dulcimer, play no more! Or tell me a tune of wedding-bells -- @3Eunice, Joanna, little ones, "Redeemed," at last, but they chose to stay, Married their savages, bore them sons, Happily prayed as Redskins pray@1 -- Ancient dulcimer, dusty old friend, Praise be for the story's end! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LADY'S 'YES' by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING AN OLD BURYING GROUND by ELFRIDA DE RENNE BARROW A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 34 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SONG by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE THE EPISTLE TO MRS. SCOTT OF WAUCHOPE by ROBERT BURNS |