From the bright sunny south to the war I was sent Here the days of my boyhood I scarcely had spent
From its cool shady forest and deep flowing streams Ever fond in my memory and sweet in my dreams
Oh my dear little sister I still see her tears When I had to leave home in our tender years
And my sweet gentle mother so dear to my heart It grieved me sincerely when we had to part
Said my kind hearted father as he took my hand As you go in defense of our dear native land
Son be brave but show mercy whenever you can Our hearts will be with you till you return again
In my back there's a bible to show me the way Through my trials on earth and to heaven someday
I will shoulder my musket and brandish my sword In defense of this land and the word of the Lord