The Girl in the Pines [song, 13 November 1917]

[Editor: A song printed during the First World War. Published in The Forbes Advocate, 13 November 1917.]

The Girl in the Pines

(Written for “The Forbes Advocate” by “Old Hand.”)

On a snow-covered field he was dying,
With a comrade supporting his head;
On a war-battered cloak he was lying,
And these were the last words he said:
“Take a message — for mother will miss me,
And my sister — take her a few lines,
And the dear little maiden who kissed me —
That brave little girl in the Pines.”

With Australia a beautiful green land,
Bedecked with the flowers of spring;
How lightly we sung in our free-land,
Through woodlands the echoes would ring.
When the bugle rang out it’s sad warning,
Our soldiers soon rushed to the lines;
And I spent the last moments one morning,
With the brave little Girl in the Pines.”

Ah! the curtain of mystery is lifting,
And I’ll follow the banners no more;
Bend lower, old comrade, I’m drifting
Away to a far-distant shore.
Once more I can see the old cottage,
The home where my loved ones dwell;
And a sad little face at the window —
It’s the sister who loves me so well.

Where the music of bell birds is ringing,
There’s a cottage half covered with vines;
And in fancy I hear a sweet singing —
It’s the brave little “Girl in the Pines.”

The Forbes Advocate (Forbes, NSW), 13 November 1917, p. 4 [published by George Washington Brownhill, see page 1]

Also published in:
The Wellington Times (NSW), 2 October 1924, p. 3 [published by John Duncan Brownhill, see page 1]

Editor’s notes:
The Wellington Times, 2 October 1924, gives the author’s name as Will Wilde.

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