Cuban Soldier

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Far away in a Spanish dungeon
A Cuban soldier lay
Slowly dying from the torture
Inflicted day by day
He begged to send a message
But this kindness was denied
So he called his comrades to him
And told his story ere he died

   When Cubie gains her freedom
   And the Spaniards cease to reign
   There’s a loved one on that island
   I will never see again
   Oh find her for me comrades
   And tell her you were by my side
   And I bid you take this message
   To a soldiers promised bride

Tis the same old story comrades
Love weeps when beauty is done
When Cubie was struggling for her freedom
I was ordered to my gun
Though I’m a captain dying
The struggle will soon be o’er
Tell her I said to meet me
Where the soldiers fight no more