Tom: G
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[Verse 1]
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He was just a blue-eyed Boston boy
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His voice was low with pain.
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"I'll do your bidding comrade mine,
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If I ride back again.
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But if you ride back and I am left
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You'll do as much for me.
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Mother you know, must hear the news
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So write to her tenderly."
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[Verse 2]
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"She's waiting at home like a patient saint
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Her fond face pale with woe.
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Her heart will be broken when I am gone
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I'll see her soon, I know"
D G
Just then the order came to charge
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For an instant hand touched hand
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They said "Aye" and away they rode
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That brave and devoted band.
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[Verse 3]
D C
Straight was the track to the top of the hill
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The rebels they shot and shelled.
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Plowed furrows of death through the toilling ranks
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And guarded them as they fell
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There soon came a horrible dying yell
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From heights that they could not gain
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And those that doom and death had spared
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Rode slowly back again.
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[Verse 4]
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But among the dead that were left on the hill
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Was the boy with the curly hair
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The tall dark man that rode by his side
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Lay dead beside him there
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There's no one to write to the blue-eyed girl
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The words that her lover had said
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Momma, you know, awaits the news
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And she'll only know he's dead.
