She was alone when she wrote a suicide letter
Love had ruined her life things wouldn’t get any better
In her sleeping gown frozen in a corner
She was crying her eyes full of tears ...
DEAD, with their eyes to the foe,
Dead, with the foe at their feet;
Under the sky laid low
Truly their slumber is sweet,
Though the wind from the Camp of the
Slain Men blow,
And the rain on the wilderness beat.