Girl with hair of flaming red, seeking perfect lover
For to lie down on her feather bed, solve secrets to uncover
Must be gentle, must be strong, with disposition sunny
Just as faithful as the day is long, and careful with his money
And so the open letter read, the newsboy did deliver
And so the open letter read, the newsboy did deliver

Three months later, plans were made to live
Down by the King James River
Though the season may come, though the season may go
One love is joined together, will forever be made whole
When the master calls, let it roll
When the master calls, let it roll
Oh, my darling William Lee
Take me to the altar
I don't have strength to watch you as you leave
But my love will never falter
Oh, my darling Mary Ann
The march to war is calling
Somewhere far across these southern lands
Are bands of brothers falling
My tender bride, the tides demand
That I leave you alone
With your mother
With my father's rifle in one hand
And your locket in the other
Though the season may come
Though the season may go
Beware the storm clouds gather
Take heed, dear heart, oh soul
When the master calls, let it roll








Hence the title of breath Tony
But can this union be preserved?
The soldier boy was crying
During the procession exit
I'll always read to him
Travel back to her
But not for lack of trying
It's the love of one true-hearted lass
That made the boy a hero
But a rifle ball and a cannon blast
Cut him down to zero
Oh, Virginia, once I came
I'll see you when I'm younger
And I'll know you by your heels again
This time from six feet under
Lo, the season may come
Lo, the season may go
One man is torn
And one man is gone

The sun will someday be made whole
When the master calls the roll
Though the storm clouds gather
Let the union be made whole
When the master calls the roll
Let the union be made whole
When the master calls the roll