He was just a blue-eyed Boston boyHis voice was low with painI'll do your bidding comrade mineIf I ride back againBut if you ride back and I am leftYou do as much for meMother, you know, must hear the newsSo write to her tenderlyShe's waiting at home like a patient saintHer fond face pale with woeHer heart will be broken when I am goneI'll see her soon I knowJust then the order came to chargeFor an instant hand touched handThey said "aye" and away they rodeThat brave and devoted bandStraight was the track to the top of the hillThe rebels they shot and shelledPloughed furoughs of death through the toiling ranksAnd guarded them as they fellThere soon came a horrible dying yellFrom heights they could not gainAnd those that doom and death had sparedRode slowly down againBut among the dead that were left on the hillWas the boy with the curly hairThe tall dark man that rode by his sideLay dead beside him thereThere's no one to write to the blue-eyed girlThe words her lover had saidMom, you know, awaits the newsShe'll only know he's dead
