I Want to be a Soldier

H. De MARSAN, Publisher. 54 Chatham Street, New-York.

I Want to Be A Soldier.

I want to be a soldier,
And like a soldier stand.
A knapsack on my shoulder,
And a musket in my hand:
And, with my bayonet gleaming
So glorious and so bright
I’ll join our gallant army,
And for the Union fight.

I know I’ll oft be wounded,
But I will not shed a tear
And, in the midst of danger,
I will not feel a fear;
But, brave and patriotic,
Like our brave Sires I’d fight,
And, with ten thousand soldiers,
Put Rebels all to flight.

I know I’m young and tender;
But, mother, dry your tears;
For, many young, as I am,
Have joined our volunteers,
And, mother, should I perish,
And for my Country die. .
I’ll think of you and sister,
And meet you in the sky.

So, let me be a soldier,
And like a soldier stand,
A knapsack on my shoulder,
And a musket in my hand:
And, with my bayonet gleaming
So glorious and so bright,
I’ll join our Union army,
And for the Union fight!

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