From the bright sunny south to the war run I was sent Near the days of my boyhood I scarcely had spent From its cool shady forests and deep lowing streams Never fond in my memory that sweet and hot dream 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 made me sincere 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 here 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 Thank you.