A Buddhist Soldier's Grave - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
A BUDDHIST SOLDIER'S GRAVE. Copyright, 1889, by Henry J. Wehman. 
Oh, the battle it is over, and the stars are shining bright, The moon shone on the dying and the dead; Not a sound could be heard but the screech of some wild bird, As it fluttered over the dying and the dead; But on that field lay one who nobly fought that day, His comrades, true to him, were standing by; As with anger he cried his comrades gently sighed, And with their hands they wiped away a tear. 
Chorus. Then he whispered good-bye to his comrades so dear, His head on his knapsack gently laid; Should you live to get home you may tell them That I am sleeping in a pretty soldier's grave. 
Oh, don't you remember that dear old oak tree, With my knife I cut my name out in the bark; Oh, that dear old lonely spot it will never be forgot, Though many miles I am from it now. Oh, that dear old shady lane it will never be forgot, There's where I used to meet the girl I love; Oh, go tell her not to cry, I will meet her bye-and-bye In a bright and better land above.-Chorus.