Give this to Mother

Take I pray thee this small locket,

Brother soldier ere I die;

Life is flick'ring in its socket,

And my spirit soon will fly;

I am dying, comrade dying,

Far from home and her I love;

Death with life is strongly vying,

And I soon will be above.

Refrain

Take this locket, soldier, brother,

Don't forget, give this to mother.

Comrade, hear those angels singing,

See beyond the brilliant light;

Hear you: joybells sweetly ringing;

Shade my vision from God's sigh;

Death had come, my eyes grow dimmer,

Let me comrade touch your hand,

Ere the stars of ev'ning glimmer,

I will find a fairer land.