Mother, I've Come Home to Die.
Dear mother, I remember well the parting kiss you gave to me,
When merry rang the village-bell, my heart was full of joy and glee;
I did not dream that one short year would crush the hopes that soared so high;
Oh! mother dear, draw near to me, dear mother, I've come home to die.
Call sister, brother to my side,
And take your soldiers last good-bye, good-bye;
Oh! mother dear, draw near to me.
Dear mother, I've come home to die.
Hark!-mother 'tis the village-bell, I can no longer with you stay;
My country calls-to arms! to arms! the foe advances in fierce array!
The vision's past-I feel that now for country I can only sigh,
Oh! mother dear, draw near to me, dear mother, I've come home to die.-Cho.
Dear mother, sister, brother, all-one parting kiss-to all-good-bye!
Weep not! but clasp your hand in mine, and let me like a soldier die;
I've met the foe upon the field, where kindred fiercely did defy;
I fought for right-God bless the flag! dear mother, I've come home to die.-Cho