The Bridal Ring - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE BRIDAL RING. 
I dreamed last night of our early days, Ere to battle I march'd o'er the heather; When we danced on the heath in the pale moon's rays, Hand in hand-hand in hand together: Then I thought you gave me again that kiss, More sweet than the perfume of Spring, "While I press'd on your fingers love's pure gold pledge, This bridal ring-this bridal ring. 
I dreamed I heard then the trumpet sound, And at once was forced to sever; That I fell on the heath with my last death wound, Lost to thee-lost to thee for ever; Then I thought you gave me again that kiss, Einpearl'd like a flow'r in Spring: Neath its warmth I awoke, on thy dear hand to press This bridal ring-this bridal ring.