Bid Me Good-bye, or the Soldier's Farewell

J. H. JOHNSON, Song Publisher, Stationer and Printer, No. 7 North Tenth St., 3 doors above Market, Philadelphia.

Bid Me Good-Bye, or the Soldier’s Farewell. By

Bid me good-bye, mother, bid me adieu;
Kiss me again, for I leave thee to-day;
Sad is my heart, for its joys are but few,
And less may they be when I’m gone far away.
“It may be for years, it may be forever;”
Grieve not to part for thy tears are in vain:
’Tis hard for the heart from its idol to sever;
Still may I live to behold thee again;
Still may I live to behold thee again.

Bid me good-bye, dearest, bid me adieu;
Kiss me again, for I leave thee to-day;
Sad is the task, for my heart it is true,
But still shall I dream of thee when I’m away.
But ere we must part I give thee a token;
Close to thy heart wilt thou hide it away?
Until I return may its charm be unbroken—
True be thy heart tho’ far distant the day,
True be thy heart tho’ far distant the day.

Bid me good-bye, comrades, bid me adieu;
I bid you farewell, yet I sigh to depart;
Tho’ fate bids me go, ’tis in parting from you,
I leave the few friends who are dear to my heart.
“It may be for years, it may be forever,”
My country shall never demand me in vain;
One Flag and one Nation that Time cannot sever,
I go with a will to defend and maintain.
I go with a will to defend and maintain.

Printed by permission of the Publisher of the Music, SEP. WINNER, No. 531 North Eighth Street.

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