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