A poor young boy fell in love with a girl,
They would play and dance, their lives in a whirl,
He swore to her true,
I'll come back for you,
Not knowing their perfect lives would unfurl.
She waited for him to return,
At war everyday he yearned,
For their love to stay true,
He hoped she would too,
but alas, love would take an ill turn.
A rich man asked for her hand in marriage,
Her love tossed aside, she disparaged,
Her life took a new aim,
Burned out the old flame,
And forgot about her first pledge.
There once was boy off to war,
Who knew nothing but to be poor,
He fought for his country,
Died under an oak tree,
And he was remembered no more.
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