He was just a blue-eyed Boston boy
His voice was low with pain.
"I ll do your biddingcomrade mine
If I ride back again.
But if you ride back and I am left
You ll do as much for me
Motheryou knowmust hear the news
So write to her tenderly.
"She s waiting at home like a patient saint
Her fond face pale with woe.
Her heart will be broken when I am gone
I ll see her soonI know."
Just then the order came to charge
For an instance hand touched hand.
They said"Aye" and away they rode
That brave and devoted band.
Straight was the track to the top of the hill
The rebels they shot and shelled
Plowed furrows of death through the toiling ranks
And guarded them as they fell.
There soon came a horrible dying yell
From heights that they could not gain
And those whom doom and death had spared
Rode slowly back again.
But among the dead that were left on the hill
Was the boy with the curly hair.
The tall dark man who rode by his side
Lay dead beside him there.
There s no one to write to the blue-eyed girl
The words that her lover had said.
Mommayou knowawaits the news
And she ll only know he s dead.

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