American Old Time Song Lyrics: 21 My Soldier Boy
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 21
MY SOLDIER BOY.
Copyright, 1888, by Bowen & Schleiffarth.
Words by Harry B Smith. Music by Geo. Schleiffarth
I saw him when the trumpets called,
March off so gallant and brave,
My soldier boy with all the rest
His country dear to save;
A smile was on his bonny face,
His step was proud and free;
Soon he will return.
Yes, he will return to me!
'Neath banners waving far away
My soldier boy to-night
Awaits the trumpet that soon will call
To battle for the right.
And when the order comes to him,
I know he'll be true blue;
I know my soldier boy is true,
I know my soldier boy is true.
Then when at night he lies at rest
Where camp-fires brightly are gleaming,
'Neath the moon's teaming, tenderly seeming,
Sweet may be ever his dreaming.
And if he fall, a soldier's death
And all its glory awaits him,
But peril over, his country made free,
He will return to me.-Chorus.