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DEAR MOTHER, I'VE COME HOME TO DIE.
By E. Bowers. Music by Henry Tucker.
Dear mother, I remember well
The parting kiss you gave 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.
Chorus.—Call sister, brother, to my side,
And take your soldier's last good-by. 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 thee stay; My country calls to arms ! to arms !
The foe advance 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.
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