A Dying Soldier
Tune: A Dying Hobo
Out on the field of battle
On a cold November day
In the last remains of his armor
A dying German lay
His partner kneeled beside him
With a low and a drooping head
A-listenin to the last words
The dying soldier said
"I'm goin" said this German
"To a land that's fair and bright
Where the tents all grow on bushes
And people stay out all night
"You do not have to work at all
And your pay comes in a box
And the little streams of mead and wine
Come a-tricklin down the rocks
O tell my lass in Deutschland
Nor more am I to roam
I hear Valhalla comin
I'm on my way back home
"I hear Valhalla comin
And I'll catch it, by and by
O lass of mine, o lass of mine
It's not so hard to die."
His head fell back, and his eyes fell in
As he breathed his last refrain
His partner swiped his greaves and boots
And left him in the rain
Yet Another Example of Inhuman Decadence