[Verse 1 Hazel Dickens with Alice Gerrard] He was just a Boston blueeyed boy His voice was low with pain Ill do your bidding, comrade mine If I ride back again But if you ride back and I am dead Youll do as much for me My mother, you know, must hear the news So write to her tenderly Shes praying at home like a waiting saint Her fond face pale with woe Her heart will be broken when I am gone Ill see her soon, I know Just then, the order came to charge For an instant, hand touched hand They answered aye, then on they rode That brave and devoted band [Verse 2 Hazel Dickens with Alice Gerrard] Straight was the course to the top of the hill And the rebels, they shot and shelled Plowed furrows of death in the toiling ranks And guarded them as they fell There soon was a horrible dying yell From heights they could not gain And those who doom and death had spared Rode slowly back again But among the dead that were left on the field Was the boy with the curly hair The tall, dark man who fought by his side Lay dead beside him there But there was none to write to the blueeyed girl The words her lover had said While mother at home is awaiting her boy Shell only know hes dead Shell only know hes dead
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