Girl with hair of flaming red, seeking perfect loverFor to lie down on her feather bed, solve secrets to uncoverMust be gentle, must be strong, with disposition sunnyJust as faithful as the day is long, and careful with his moneyAnd so the open letter read, the newsboy did deliverAnd so the open letter read, the newsboy did deliverThree months later, plans were made to liveDown by the King James RiverThough the season may come, though the season may goOne love is joined together, will forever be made wholeWhen the master calls, let it rollWhen the master calls, let it rollOh, my darling William LeeTake me to the altarI don't have strength to watch you as you leaveBut my love will never falterOh, my darling Mary AnnThe march to war is callingSomewhere far across these southern landsAre bands of brothers fallingMy tender bride, the tides demandThat I leave you aloneWith your motherWith my father's rifle in one handAnd your locket in the otherThough the season may comeThough the season may goBeware the storm clouds gatherTake heed, dear heart, oh soulWhen the master calls, let it rollHence the title of breath TonyBut can this union be preserved?The soldier boy was cryingDuring the procession exitI'll always read to himTravel back to herBut not for lack of tryingIt's the love of one true-hearted lassThat made the boy a heroBut a rifle ball and a cannon blastCut him down to zeroOh, Virginia, once I cameI'll see you when I'm youngerAnd I'll know you by your heels againThis time from six feet underLo, the season may comeLo, the season may goOne man is tornAnd one man is goneThe sun will someday be made wholeWhen the master calls the rollThough the storm clouds gatherLet the union be made wholeWhen the master calls the rollLet the union be made wholeWhen the master calls the roll