For Charity's Sake

'Oh dark-eyed maid,' The soldier said, 'I've been wounded in many a fray, But such a dart As you shoot to my heart I never felt till to-day. Then give to me Kisses, one, two, three, All for dear Charity's sake. And pity my pain, And meet me again, Or else my heart must break.' Peggy was kind, She would save the blind Black fly that shimmered the ale, And her quick hand stopped If a grass-moth dropped In the drifted snows of the pail. One, two, three, Kisses gave she, All for dear Charity's sake; And she pitied his pain, And she met him again, For fear his heart should break. The bugle blew, The merry flag flew, The squadron clattered the town; The twigs were bright on the minster elm, He wore a primrose in his helm As they clattered thro' the town. Heydey, holiday, on we go! Heydey, holiday, blow boys, blow! Clattering thro' the town. And when the minster leaves were sear, On a far red field by a dark sea drear, In dust and thunder, and cheer, boys, cheer, The bold dragoon went down. Shiver, poor Peggy, the wind blows high; Beg a penny as I go by, All for sweet Charity's sake: Hold the thin hand from the shawl, Turn the wan face to the wall, Turn the face, let the hot tears fall, For fear your heart should break.