Our Fifer-Boy

Our Fifer-Boy.

While the battle hot was raging,
And the shot and shell did fly,
And smoke around our rigging curling,
Then I heard a piercing cry.

Tell my Mother, gently tell her,
Lest the news should break her heart:
Tell her that her son will meet her
Where we never more will part.

Tell my Sister, (Heaven bless her!)
That her brother is no more..
Hand in hand, no more we’ll ramble
On Old Hudson’s pleasant shore!

Here he paused.. and ceased from talking..
Gently yielded up his breath:
A heavenly smile lit up his features,
And his eyes were closed in death!..

Item Information help

  • Item ID
    bsvg200517
  • Genre
    broadsides
  • Illustrated
  • DCMI Type
    Still Image
  • Extent
    23 cm x 14 cm
  • Title
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