Mother, I've Come Home to Die

Mother, I’ve Come Home to Die.

Dear mother, I remember well
The parting kiss you gave to 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 soar’d so high!
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
Oh, mother dear, draw near to me,
Dear mother, I’ve come home to die.

Dear mother, sister, brother, all,
One parting kiss, to all good-bye,
Weep not, but clasp your hand in mine,
And let me like a soldier die!
I’ve met the foe upon the field
Where kindred fiercely did defy;
I fought for Right. God bless the flag!
Dear mother I’ve come home to die.

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