JAGERSFONTEIN
In the dark silent midnight
Our soldiers were sleeping,
While our country’s fierce foemen
Were silently creeping
With no thought of the morrow
Nor of death drawing nigh,
Our brave soldiers were dreaming
Of the sweet By-and By.
When the daylight came shining
They woke from their slumbers,
All surrounded by foemen
Twice their own number;
Crash, crash came the fierce bullets;
Our lads quickly replied;
As stout-hearted bold soldiers,
Bravely fighting they died.
