The HFS War Widows Lament
Tune:  She Moved Through the Fair  This one was written for all the "war widows" - those who stay behind and keep the home fires burning and then fix our boo-boos when we come trailing home after battle...  My husband certainly qualifies...  The battles spoken of here happened during the Second Interkingdom War in April 1999.

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My true love said to me, “I am gone to the War,
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“’Tis for honor and glory I’ll be fighting for.
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“I will stand with my comrades, we’ll give it our best.
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“Our weapons of foam we will put to the test.”

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He stepped away from me – he went without fear,
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And  fondly I watched him, the one I held dear,
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With his weapons and armor, to the battles he went,
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And I gave him my love and all that it meant.

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Oh, the stories they tell of the battles he fought,
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How he hid from assassins – no daggers he caught!
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How he stood toe to toe with barbarian hordes,
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With warriors and arches he bravely crossed swords.

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But the battle, they say, the one at the last,
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Was the one that Mad Rowan a Doomsday did cast,
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And my true love he fell, midst the carnage and woe,
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As the armies did clash in Ragnarok’s fell blow.

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Sunday night he came to me – he came softly in.
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Without armor or weapons, his feet made no din.
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From the battle returned now, and again he’s my own,
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And safe shall I keep him – till the next War does come!
 

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