. . . So I Walked Among The Willows Very Quietly All Night; There Was No Moon At All, At All; No Timid Star Alight; There Was No Light At All, At All; I Wint From Tree To Tree, And I Called Him As His Mother Called, But He Nivver Answered Me. Oh I Called Him All The Night-Time, As I Walked The Wood Alone; And I Listened And I Listened, But I Nivver Heard A Moan; Then I Found Him At The Dawnin', When The Sorry Sky Was Red: I Was Lookin' For The Livin', But I Only Found The Dead. Sure I Know That It Was Shamus By The Silver Cross He Wore; But The Bugles They Were Callin', And I Heard The Cannon Roar. Oh I Had No Time To Tarry, So I Said A Little Prayer, And I Clasped His Hands Together, And I Left Him Lyin' There. Now The Birds Are Singin', Singin', And I'm Home In Donegal, And It's Springtime, And I'm Thinkin' That I Only Dreamed It All; I Dreamed About That Evil Wood, All Crowded With Its Dead, Where I Knelt Beside Me Brother When The Battle-Dawn Was Red. Where I Prayed Beside Me Brother Ere I Wint To Fight Anew: Such Dreams As These Are Evil Dreams; I Can't Believe It's True. Where All Is Love And Laughter, Sure It's Hard To Think Of Loss . . . But Mother'S Sayin' Nothin', And She Clasps - A Silver Cross.