He was just a blue eyed Boston boy

His voice was low with pain

I'll do your bidding comrade mine

If you do the same

But if you ride on and I should fall

You'll do as much for me

Mother at home is awaiting the news

So write her tenderly

She is waiting at home

Like a patient saint

Her fond face pale with woe

Her heart will be broken when I am dead

I'll see her face no more

Just then the order came to charge

For a moment hand touched hand

The answered aye and away they rode

That brave and devoted band

Straight way was the course

To the top of the hill

And the rebels

With shot and shell

Ploughed furrows of death

Through the toiling ranks

And guarded them as the fell

There soon came a horrible dying sound

From the heights

They could not gain

And those that doom

And death had spared

Rose slowly back again

But among the dead

At the top of the hill

Was the boy with the golden hair

And the tall dark man

That rode by his side

Lay still beside him there

There was no one

To write to his blue eyed girl

The words that her lover had said

And mother at home is awaiting her son

She'll only find he's dead

While mother at home is awaiting her son

She'll only find he's dead