Annie Laurie was to be a soldier's bride / Horace Strouse
Strouse, Horace. “Annie Laurie was to be a soldier's bride / Horace Strouse.” Digital Gallery. BGSU University Libraries, 17 Mar. 2017, digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/collections/item/17241. Accessed 20 Nov. 2019.
|Title||Annie Laurie was to be a soldier's bride / Horace Strouse|
|Subject||Songs with piano|
|Description||For voice and piano|
|Caption title: Cover illustrated by Frew|
|Back cover: Excerpt of My Irish rose|
|Source||Sheet Music Collection; Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives; University Libraries; Bowling Green State University|
|Publisher||Philadelphia, Pa. : Joseph Morris|
|Contributor||Frew, John, Illustrator.|
|Format||1 score (5 p.) 35 cm|
|Alternative Title||First line of text: It was at a railway station, soldiers had assembled there;First line of chorus: When the band played Annie laurie how it thrilled him with thoughts of home|
VERSE 01: It was at a railway station,/ Soldiers had assembled there,/ Making preparations to march off to war./ Many wives and Mothers gathered,/ Just to say one last "goodbye,"/ With a fond embrace they hoped the fight would soon be o'er./ Standing in the crowd unnoticed,/ With no loving ones to cheer,/ A soldier boy looked on with tear dimmed eye,/ For when the music started,/ With an old familiar tune/ From way down in his heart there came a sigh,
CHORUS: When the band played "Annie Laurie,"/ How it thrilled him with thoughts of home/ And it brought back recollections/ Of a girl he left alone/ And a Mother old who's waiting/ Just to press him to her side,/ For that dear old strain filled his heart with pain and made him wish he was home again/ Annie Laurie was to be a soldier's bride.
VERSE 02: In the camp just after battle,/ Swords and guns were laid aside,/ For their happy faces showed they'd won the day./ Some were thinking of their comrades,/ Who had died upon the field,/ Others of the loved ones in their home so far away,/ Round a soldier's cot they gathered,/ He'd been wounded in the fray/ And many turned away to hi a tear/ "Just raise my head," he murmured,/ "Tell the band to play once more/ That old familiar song I love so dear,"