Take the red ribbon from your hair
To tie around my head,
And kiss me well with love and care
To warm the times ahead.
We knew that this time would come
And knew it would be thus;
We knew the times would fall on some
But never upon us.
So take the ribbon from your hair
To tie around my head;
Kiss me well, but do not despair
That I shall join the dead:
Think the sword I wield now to wars
A torch both for my grave and yours.