Daughter Of The Regiment

The Daughter of tle Beglmant- al] radiant she comes; There's a signal from the captain and a welcome trom ihe drums; And cheer on clieer rings o'er the ranks; a lily ol' the May, Thé Daughter of the Regiment bloorns iu the Unes to-diiy. The Daughter of the Regiment! But never any rose Would crimson on a buttlefleld oould she but face her oes; No black wralths from the reckless gnus tlu holy heayens revile, For love hath aureoled here brow and peace is in her smile !