From the bright sunny south to the warI was sent
E'er the days of my boyhoodI scarcely had spent.
From it's cool shady forests and deep flowing streams
Ever fond in my mem'ry and sweet in my dreams.
Ohmy dear little sisterI still see her tears.
When I had to leave home in our tender years.
And my sweet gentle motherso 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 defence of our dear native land
"Sonbe brave but show mercy whenever you can.
"Our hearts will be with you'til you 'turn again."
In my bag there's a bible to show me the way
Through my twelfth year on earth and to Heaven some day.
I will shoulder my musket and brandish my sword
In defence of this land and the word of the Lord.
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