And back through the glen, I rode again,
And my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men,
whom I would never see no more.
But to and fro in my dreams I go,
and I kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled o glorious dead,
when you fell in the Foggy Dew.
Sometimes I still dream of them, those distant battlefields, those memories of comraderie and sisterhood.
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