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One kiss! 'tis our last one; the horses await, And swift through the midnight I ride to my fate. 'Tis life for thy lover, or death it may be, But living or dying, my thought is for thee. Who knows when my arms shall enfold thee again The future hides ever its joy and its pain. I leave thee for battle, my dear one, my bride, And on, through the darkness, I ride, and I ride.
Light hand on the bridle, light heart in my breast, A bunch of your ribbons flaunt gay on my crest. I go not in sorrow, but hasten with glee, To fight for my country, my honour, and thee. Soon wilt thou in triumph behold me, my sweet, Return with my laurels to cast at thy feet. I dream of a future with thee by my side, As on, through the darkness, I ride, and I ride.