| In the bright sunny south, in peace and content
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| These days of my boyhood I scarcely have spent
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| From the deep flowing spring, to the broad flowing stream
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| Ever dear to my memory, the sweeter is my dream
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| I lay my confinement and comfort of life
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| The dangers of warfare, provision and strife
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| I have come to come close and reply with my word
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| As I shoulder my musket, and belted my sword
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| My father looked sad as he bid me to part
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| My mother embraced me with anguish of heart
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| My beautiful sister looked pale in her woe
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| As she hugged me and blessed me and told me to go
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| Dear father, dear father, for me do not weep
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| I’m a lonesome man and I mean for to keep
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| The dangers of war, I intend for to share
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| And for sickness and death, I intend to prepare
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| Dear mother, dear mother, for me do not weep
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| For a mother’s kind voice I always will keep
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| You have taught me be brave from a boy to a man
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| And I’m going in defense of your own native land
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| Dear sister, dear sister, I’m afeared of your woe
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| Your grief and your sorrow, they trouble me so
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| I must be going, for here I cannot stand
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| I’m going in defense of her own native land |