Okay, this starts off similar to Hot Lips and Empty Arms, but completely
goes another way. Anyway, I'll say no more, before I give something away.
R&R Please!!
PS: For my other story, "Going Home" I'm keeping on this one, I've just
got a bit of writer's block. I know the bones of the story, I just have to
add the meat, but soon I will have updated that one, I just decided to do
something different for a change. But, be warned, it has some difficult
subjects in it, and may be a little disturbing to some people. It's about
a very serious subject: Rape. I'll tell you this now because if you cannot
handle reading a story like this than I suggest you go back now. If not,
go ahead. After the first part, there will be no more scenes like that, I
don't think. I'll warn you if anything comes to that.
It was a dreary Saturday night. Raining, cold, and gray. Typical spring in Korea. There were no casualties, so everybody was in the Mess Tent watching Bonzo Gets a Job. Well, not so much watching as sitting in front of the screen cuddling with whoever their date was for that night. However, there were some people not in The Mess Tent. Trapper had a date, but Hawkeye didn't so he was staying home. Surprisingly enough, Frank didn't have a date. Hawkeye assumed he'd be at "knock before entering", but he was sitting on his cot writing a letter to his wife.
"You wanna talk about it, Frank?"
"Hmph."
Hawkeye was pretty bored, but didn't feel like going to the mess tent alone. Who goes for the movies?! Certainly not him, and he wasn't going to go and watch other people do what he wanted to do with a nice nurse. He ran his fingers through his silky black hair. He decided to get a glass of lighter fluid from the still and write a letter to his father.
Meanwhile Margaret was in her tent. She had gotten a letter from her friend Lorraine. She didn't want to open it. She was half afraid. Lorraine would have a wonderful life with a husband, not tied down to the Army with a lipless wonder for a bit of comfort like she was. She dismissed Frank earlier, and told him she didn't want to talk about it. She wasn't in the mood to be with him. He made her feel angrier because every time she looked at him she kept thinking, "this is a married man. Nothing will ever come of this relationship with him. In the end I'll just get hurt."
Finally she opened the letter. It told about what a great life she had. She was married to a surgeon that Margaret had turned down, had two beautiful children, two cars and a $45, 000 house. She could have had that, but she married the Army. There was no man in her life that would ever be in her future. She was 30 years old and had no one. There was Frank, but he was Army issue. Just like everything. Her "house" was the shabby tent in Korea. She had nothing of her own. He came with the mess tent and her kaki girdle. She was sick of it.
Back in the Swamp, Hawkeye decided to tease Frank a little. Just for some fun. "Say, Frank? Where's Hot Lips tonight? She's cold lips tonight, is she Frank? I guess that's better than no lips like you, right Frank?!"
"I don't have to take this you, you, stupid man!"
"Ohhh.stupid man, very clever Frank. Where'd you come up with that one?"
Frank just got up and left.
Margaret sat in her tent thinking about her life when she heard a knock at the door.
"Who is it?"
"Me"
She sighed. Frank was the last person she wanted to see tonight. She'd had enough. She would break it off with him tonight. "What do you want, Frank?"
"Oh, Honey bun, you seem upset! Let me take you and kiss you and make you feel better!"
She was dreading this. "Come in Frank. I need to talk to you about something."
He came in and noticed right away she was upset about something so he went over and nibbled on her ear.
"Frank stop. I need to be serious for a moment. I've realized you are 45 years old and I am 30. You have children, a wife, and a wonderful home. You have no future with me. When this war ends, you'll go home and pick up life where you left off. I have nothing. There is no future in this relationship Frank. I know I will end up getting hurt in the end. So, before I give any more of my time to you, I've decided there is a man for me." She thought of Hawkeye in the back of her mind, but wouldn't even acknowledge it. He was so different, but something about him just, made her feel, she couldn't describe it. "It's over Frank, between you and me. Over. I want nothing more to do with this relationship. I am serious, Frank. Here are your things back." She handed him a crate. "Now, get out." She bit on her lip. She had no idea of how he would react. Probably just upset, but he'll get over it, she thought. But what coming she never expected.
Frank stood there for a moment. What little lip he had was twitching, you could tell he was holding back his anger, but something in him snapped.
"WHAT? Are you stupid?" Frank yelled. "You think someone would actually care about you other than me? You think you'll find someone else?! I only care about you because no one else does! You're a stupid person! I can't believe you'd actually find someone else."
Margaret was in tears. "Please Frank! Stop! Please! Someone will hear you!" She cried.
"Oh no they won't, everyone is at the movie! And it's raining hard outside so no one will hear us. Now, hear me. We are NOT breaking up."
"Yes we are!" He grabbed her by the shoulders hard and shook her. She screamed out in pain. "Frank you're hurting me!" She yelled, hoping to get someone's attention.
"SHUT UP!" He yelled and slapped her across the face and punched her in the eye. He quieted "Now listen to me. You are not breaking up with me and we are going to do what we do every night." He ripped off her clothes at the same time taking off his. She was trying to fight him off but he was very strong. She screamed and screamed. She knew no one would hear her, but she tried as best she could. She yelled at the top of her lungs "RAPE!" But he smacked her again and told her to shut up. He was fighting her, trying his best to get at her and do what he wanted to do.
Before anyone realized what was happening, Frank was thrown off of Margaret and punched unconscious. He lay on the floor completely out of it. Margaret had no idea who did it. She looked up at the man who stood there. God, he was gorgeous. Standing there with his jet-black hair, her knight in shining armor, or doctor in dingy red housecoat. Whichever. She couldn't believe it and stood there for a moment shaking.
"Pierce?" She ran to him and threw her arms around him. "Oh, Hawkeye, thank you so much. You saved me." She buried her face into his chest and cried. Between the sniffles she asked, "How did you know he was doing that?"
"Well, I was the only other person in the compound. Everyone else is at the movie. I was sitting in the swamp alone, playing solitaire and listening to the rain. Remember that time I lost my eyesight for a week? Well I had learned that it's amazing to close your eyes and listen to the rain. Every since then, it comforts me. I was paying attention to every sound, and I could hear everything, I guess like what Radar hears. And I heard you screaming. I knew by the way you two were acting today something would happen, say a spat, but I never thought it would come to this." She was crying and he hugged her closer, and put his face into her hair and whispered quietly, just soothing sounds.
Finally, Margaret came to realize what had happened, and realized she was standing there naked. She looked down. "Oh God."
"Shh, it's okay. Here." He took off his bathrobe and wrapped it around her.
"Won't you be cold? It's raining and you're wet, and all you've got one now are boxers and a t-shirt."
"That's okay. I don't mind. Now, we have to get the MPs in here, to take him away", he said, kicking Frank. "You want me to bring you to the Swamp and wait there while I get him taken away?"
"Actually, I don't want to be alone. Can I go with you?"
"Sure."
She clutched onto him tighter as they walked out into the compound. They went straight into Henry's office to call the MPs, Margaret not moving an inch away from Hawkeye. She was still hugging him as best she could while they were walking around. They didn't want to draw attention to the incident right away, so they decided to go straight to the MPs, who arrived in a matter of minutes.
The arrived at Margaret's tent to find Hawkeye and Margaret standing clutching each other next to a naked Frank Burns unconscious on the floor.
"What happened? You know we'll need to question both of you."
Hawkeye spoke up "Listen, this was an attempted rape. You need to get this guy out of here, and especially as far away from Margaret. She's in no shape to talk, so could you come back later to question us. We have to get over the initial shock."
"We should have a guard on her at all times."
Hawkeye looked at each other and she looked at him and nodded, she knew what he would say. "Margaret doesn't want that. She doesn't want some strange man following her around. I will never let Margaret leave my sights, until we know that this man is safely locked away where there is no chance of his escape."
"But sir, surely you're not as qualified to protect her as an MP. You may not be able to handle it."
"Not handle it? Listen, I don't know how I did what I did tonight. It's called adrenaline. When I saw Frank doing that to Margaret, the blood inside me boiled. When you see someone you love getting hurt, something inside you makes you stronger than you ever thought possible." He realized what he said, but knew there would be time for that later. For now he would pretend he never said anything. "So in a way, I am more qualified than the strongest MP. Now until we are in a ready condition, all I want you to do is take him away from here. I don't care where, just far away, and keep him safely locked up."
"Yes sir." The MPs came in and picked up the naked Frank and took him away. The door closed and it was just Hawkeye and Margaret. She was still in his robe. She had her own clothes, but wearing this made her seem even closer to Hawkeye.
She crossed the room and he met her halfway. He wrapped his arms around her and whispered "He won't hurt you anymore." He kissed the top of her head.
"Hawkeye?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't want to be alone tonight. Before you say any wisecrack, I was wondering if you could bring your cot in here. I, I don't really have any other friends Hawkeye, and I just need someone here with me tonight."
"Margaret, I would never think of wisecracking in a situation like this. Look, I may seen insensitive at times, but it's my way of dealing with things, but the, I have a limit. You didn't actually think I would say something would you? I mean, well, I can't understand what you're going through, but I can understand that you need comfort, and reassurance. I'll go into the supply tent to get a cot. I don't want a lot of questions from Trapper, and I'm sure you don't."
"Okay. Hawkeye? Thank you."
"It's okay. Now, you want to keep on my robe? I don't mind. Here, just get this done up nice and tight, it's a little chilly out there. okay. Now, c'mon." He put one arm around her shoulders and she put one arm around his waist as they walked across the compound.
That night, Hawkeye's cot was on one side, while Margaret's on the other. She wanted comfort, but didn't want questions to be asked, should someone come in and see them next to each other. Hawkeye had managed to get to sleep, but was awoken by something. He listened, and in the dark he could hear Margaret sobbing. He got up and crossed the tent and say beside her. He began to sing
"Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don't you cry!
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, that's an Irish lullaby
Over in Killarney
Many years ago,
Me Mother sang a song to me
In tones so sweet and low. Just a simple little ditty,
In her good old Irish way,
And I'd give the world if she could sing
That song to me this day.
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don't you cry!
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, that's an Irish lullaby"
By now she had stopped crying and just looked up at him in disbelief. "How did you know?"
"Know what?"
"When I was a little girl and was upset about something my mom would always sing that song."
"So did my Mom. It's something I sing to myself sometimes now, I'll always remember singing that to me at nighttime, cuddled under my quilt when I was a little boy. When I saw that you were upset it was the first thing that came to me."
"Thanks Hawkeye. You know, you can be really sweet sometimes." She sat up and turned to face him.
"Don't say that! I have an image to protect!"
"Hawkeye."
"I know, I know, come here" He said opening his arms so she could cuddle into him. He rubbed her back in slow circles and rested his chin on her hair. "It's okay, it's okay. You can cry, or talk, or whatever. Just say the word and I'm here. You can tell me anything, I won't judge you or hold it against you."
"Anything?"
"Yeah."
She lifted her head so she was looking right into his deep blue eyes. "How about-" She closed her eyes and went forward. He met her halfway and they kissed. It was only a small, short kiss, but it made them both feel good.
They stared at each other for a while, not knowing the exact thing to say. "Hawkeye, that was a thank you for being here. I wanted to do that for a long time now. Before tonight, long before. This, this is for how I feel." She went forward again, Hawkeye knew what she wanted. He kissed her slowly, this time, and passionately.
"Margaret, I would have done something before, but with Frank, and then tonight I felt closer to you than ever, but in your condition, I didn't want to. I'm glad you did though. I want you to know that I've wanted to for a long time too. I will gladly kiss you again, but on one condition." She looked at him curiously. "You let me know if you're not comfortable or ready, especially so soon after everything that's, you know, happened."
"I will." She replied her mouth inches away from his. "But, I'm not ready for, you know, not tonight or anything. Can you stay here with me tonight, though?"
"Of course." He laid her down on the bed and got down next to her. It was an extremely small cot, so they had to cuddle really close together, which both of them wanted anyway. He planted little kisses on the side of her neck, calming here and rubbing her back as she cuddled into him.
"Hawkeye?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm still wearing your bathrobe. Do you mind?"
"Not at all."
"Good."
She was happy, she loved the bathrobe. She always had hated it because it was all dingy, but, it smelled like him, and she could feel him when she had it on. She cuddled right into him with her head resting half on his chest and went to sleep, happy for the first time in a long time.
Oft in dreams I wander
To that cot again,
I feel her arms a-huggin' me
As when she held me then.
And I hear her voice a -hummin'
To me as in days of yore,
When she used to rock me fast asleep
Outside the cabin door.
It was a dreary Saturday night. Raining, cold, and gray. Typical spring in Korea. There were no casualties, so everybody was in the Mess Tent watching Bonzo Gets a Job. Well, not so much watching as sitting in front of the screen cuddling with whoever their date was for that night. However, there were some people not in The Mess Tent. Trapper had a date, but Hawkeye didn't so he was staying home. Surprisingly enough, Frank didn't have a date. Hawkeye assumed he'd be at "knock before entering", but he was sitting on his cot writing a letter to his wife.
"You wanna talk about it, Frank?"
"Hmph."
Hawkeye was pretty bored, but didn't feel like going to the mess tent alone. Who goes for the movies?! Certainly not him, and he wasn't going to go and watch other people do what he wanted to do with a nice nurse. He ran his fingers through his silky black hair. He decided to get a glass of lighter fluid from the still and write a letter to his father.
Meanwhile Margaret was in her tent. She had gotten a letter from her friend Lorraine. She didn't want to open it. She was half afraid. Lorraine would have a wonderful life with a husband, not tied down to the Army with a lipless wonder for a bit of comfort like she was. She dismissed Frank earlier, and told him she didn't want to talk about it. She wasn't in the mood to be with him. He made her feel angrier because every time she looked at him she kept thinking, "this is a married man. Nothing will ever come of this relationship with him. In the end I'll just get hurt."
Finally she opened the letter. It told about what a great life she had. She was married to a surgeon that Margaret had turned down, had two beautiful children, two cars and a $45, 000 house. She could have had that, but she married the Army. There was no man in her life that would ever be in her future. She was 30 years old and had no one. There was Frank, but he was Army issue. Just like everything. Her "house" was the shabby tent in Korea. She had nothing of her own. He came with the mess tent and her kaki girdle. She was sick of it.
Back in the Swamp, Hawkeye decided to tease Frank a little. Just for some fun. "Say, Frank? Where's Hot Lips tonight? She's cold lips tonight, is she Frank? I guess that's better than no lips like you, right Frank?!"
"I don't have to take this you, you, stupid man!"
"Ohhh.stupid man, very clever Frank. Where'd you come up with that one?"
Frank just got up and left.
Margaret sat in her tent thinking about her life when she heard a knock at the door.
"Who is it?"
"Me"
She sighed. Frank was the last person she wanted to see tonight. She'd had enough. She would break it off with him tonight. "What do you want, Frank?"
"Oh, Honey bun, you seem upset! Let me take you and kiss you and make you feel better!"
She was dreading this. "Come in Frank. I need to talk to you about something."
He came in and noticed right away she was upset about something so he went over and nibbled on her ear.
"Frank stop. I need to be serious for a moment. I've realized you are 45 years old and I am 30. You have children, a wife, and a wonderful home. You have no future with me. When this war ends, you'll go home and pick up life where you left off. I have nothing. There is no future in this relationship Frank. I know I will end up getting hurt in the end. So, before I give any more of my time to you, I've decided there is a man for me." She thought of Hawkeye in the back of her mind, but wouldn't even acknowledge it. He was so different, but something about him just, made her feel, she couldn't describe it. "It's over Frank, between you and me. Over. I want nothing more to do with this relationship. I am serious, Frank. Here are your things back." She handed him a crate. "Now, get out." She bit on her lip. She had no idea of how he would react. Probably just upset, but he'll get over it, she thought. But what coming she never expected.
Frank stood there for a moment. What little lip he had was twitching, you could tell he was holding back his anger, but something in him snapped.
"WHAT? Are you stupid?" Frank yelled. "You think someone would actually care about you other than me? You think you'll find someone else?! I only care about you because no one else does! You're a stupid person! I can't believe you'd actually find someone else."
Margaret was in tears. "Please Frank! Stop! Please! Someone will hear you!" She cried.
"Oh no they won't, everyone is at the movie! And it's raining hard outside so no one will hear us. Now, hear me. We are NOT breaking up."
"Yes we are!" He grabbed her by the shoulders hard and shook her. She screamed out in pain. "Frank you're hurting me!" She yelled, hoping to get someone's attention.
"SHUT UP!" He yelled and slapped her across the face and punched her in the eye. He quieted "Now listen to me. You are not breaking up with me and we are going to do what we do every night." He ripped off her clothes at the same time taking off his. She was trying to fight him off but he was very strong. She screamed and screamed. She knew no one would hear her, but she tried as best she could. She yelled at the top of her lungs "RAPE!" But he smacked her again and told her to shut up. He was fighting her, trying his best to get at her and do what he wanted to do.
Before anyone realized what was happening, Frank was thrown off of Margaret and punched unconscious. He lay on the floor completely out of it. Margaret had no idea who did it. She looked up at the man who stood there. God, he was gorgeous. Standing there with his jet-black hair, her knight in shining armor, or doctor in dingy red housecoat. Whichever. She couldn't believe it and stood there for a moment shaking.
"Pierce?" She ran to him and threw her arms around him. "Oh, Hawkeye, thank you so much. You saved me." She buried her face into his chest and cried. Between the sniffles she asked, "How did you know he was doing that?"
"Well, I was the only other person in the compound. Everyone else is at the movie. I was sitting in the swamp alone, playing solitaire and listening to the rain. Remember that time I lost my eyesight for a week? Well I had learned that it's amazing to close your eyes and listen to the rain. Every since then, it comforts me. I was paying attention to every sound, and I could hear everything, I guess like what Radar hears. And I heard you screaming. I knew by the way you two were acting today something would happen, say a spat, but I never thought it would come to this." She was crying and he hugged her closer, and put his face into her hair and whispered quietly, just soothing sounds.
Finally, Margaret came to realize what had happened, and realized she was standing there naked. She looked down. "Oh God."
"Shh, it's okay. Here." He took off his bathrobe and wrapped it around her.
"Won't you be cold? It's raining and you're wet, and all you've got one now are boxers and a t-shirt."
"That's okay. I don't mind. Now, we have to get the MPs in here, to take him away", he said, kicking Frank. "You want me to bring you to the Swamp and wait there while I get him taken away?"
"Actually, I don't want to be alone. Can I go with you?"
"Sure."
She clutched onto him tighter as they walked out into the compound. They went straight into Henry's office to call the MPs, Margaret not moving an inch away from Hawkeye. She was still hugging him as best she could while they were walking around. They didn't want to draw attention to the incident right away, so they decided to go straight to the MPs, who arrived in a matter of minutes.
The arrived at Margaret's tent to find Hawkeye and Margaret standing clutching each other next to a naked Frank Burns unconscious on the floor.
"What happened? You know we'll need to question both of you."
Hawkeye spoke up "Listen, this was an attempted rape. You need to get this guy out of here, and especially as far away from Margaret. She's in no shape to talk, so could you come back later to question us. We have to get over the initial shock."
"We should have a guard on her at all times."
Hawkeye looked at each other and she looked at him and nodded, she knew what he would say. "Margaret doesn't want that. She doesn't want some strange man following her around. I will never let Margaret leave my sights, until we know that this man is safely locked away where there is no chance of his escape."
"But sir, surely you're not as qualified to protect her as an MP. You may not be able to handle it."
"Not handle it? Listen, I don't know how I did what I did tonight. It's called adrenaline. When I saw Frank doing that to Margaret, the blood inside me boiled. When you see someone you love getting hurt, something inside you makes you stronger than you ever thought possible." He realized what he said, but knew there would be time for that later. For now he would pretend he never said anything. "So in a way, I am more qualified than the strongest MP. Now until we are in a ready condition, all I want you to do is take him away from here. I don't care where, just far away, and keep him safely locked up."
"Yes sir." The MPs came in and picked up the naked Frank and took him away. The door closed and it was just Hawkeye and Margaret. She was still in his robe. She had her own clothes, but wearing this made her seem even closer to Hawkeye.
She crossed the room and he met her halfway. He wrapped his arms around her and whispered "He won't hurt you anymore." He kissed the top of her head.
"Hawkeye?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't want to be alone tonight. Before you say any wisecrack, I was wondering if you could bring your cot in here. I, I don't really have any other friends Hawkeye, and I just need someone here with me tonight."
"Margaret, I would never think of wisecracking in a situation like this. Look, I may seen insensitive at times, but it's my way of dealing with things, but the, I have a limit. You didn't actually think I would say something would you? I mean, well, I can't understand what you're going through, but I can understand that you need comfort, and reassurance. I'll go into the supply tent to get a cot. I don't want a lot of questions from Trapper, and I'm sure you don't."
"Okay. Hawkeye? Thank you."
"It's okay. Now, you want to keep on my robe? I don't mind. Here, just get this done up nice and tight, it's a little chilly out there. okay. Now, c'mon." He put one arm around her shoulders and she put one arm around his waist as they walked across the compound.
That night, Hawkeye's cot was on one side, while Margaret's on the other. She wanted comfort, but didn't want questions to be asked, should someone come in and see them next to each other. Hawkeye had managed to get to sleep, but was awoken by something. He listened, and in the dark he could hear Margaret sobbing. He got up and crossed the tent and say beside her. He began to sing
"Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don't you cry!
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, that's an Irish lullaby
Over in Killarney
Many years ago,
Me Mother sang a song to me
In tones so sweet and low. Just a simple little ditty,
In her good old Irish way,
And I'd give the world if she could sing
That song to me this day.
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don't you cry!
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, that's an Irish lullaby"
By now she had stopped crying and just looked up at him in disbelief. "How did you know?"
"Know what?"
"When I was a little girl and was upset about something my mom would always sing that song."
"So did my Mom. It's something I sing to myself sometimes now, I'll always remember singing that to me at nighttime, cuddled under my quilt when I was a little boy. When I saw that you were upset it was the first thing that came to me."
"Thanks Hawkeye. You know, you can be really sweet sometimes." She sat up and turned to face him.
"Don't say that! I have an image to protect!"
"Hawkeye."
"I know, I know, come here" He said opening his arms so she could cuddle into him. He rubbed her back in slow circles and rested his chin on her hair. "It's okay, it's okay. You can cry, or talk, or whatever. Just say the word and I'm here. You can tell me anything, I won't judge you or hold it against you."
"Anything?"
"Yeah."
She lifted her head so she was looking right into his deep blue eyes. "How about-" She closed her eyes and went forward. He met her halfway and they kissed. It was only a small, short kiss, but it made them both feel good.
They stared at each other for a while, not knowing the exact thing to say. "Hawkeye, that was a thank you for being here. I wanted to do that for a long time now. Before tonight, long before. This, this is for how I feel." She went forward again, Hawkeye knew what she wanted. He kissed her slowly, this time, and passionately.
"Margaret, I would have done something before, but with Frank, and then tonight I felt closer to you than ever, but in your condition, I didn't want to. I'm glad you did though. I want you to know that I've wanted to for a long time too. I will gladly kiss you again, but on one condition." She looked at him curiously. "You let me know if you're not comfortable or ready, especially so soon after everything that's, you know, happened."
"I will." She replied her mouth inches away from his. "But, I'm not ready for, you know, not tonight or anything. Can you stay here with me tonight, though?"
"Of course." He laid her down on the bed and got down next to her. It was an extremely small cot, so they had to cuddle really close together, which both of them wanted anyway. He planted little kisses on the side of her neck, calming here and rubbing her back as she cuddled into him.
"Hawkeye?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm still wearing your bathrobe. Do you mind?"
"Not at all."
"Good."
She was happy, she loved the bathrobe. She always had hated it because it was all dingy, but, it smelled like him, and she could feel him when she had it on. She cuddled right into him with her head resting half on his chest and went to sleep, happy for the first time in a long time.
Oft in dreams I wander
To that cot again,
I feel her arms a-huggin' me
As when she held me then.
And I hear her voice a -hummin'
To me as in days of yore,
When she used to rock me fast asleep
Outside the cabin door.