From the bright sunny south to the war, I was sent,
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E'er the days of my boyhood, I scarcely had spent.
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From it's cool shady forests and deep flowing streams,
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Ever fond in my mem'ry and sweet in my dreams.
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Oh, my dear little sister, I still see her tears.
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When I had to leave home in our tender years.
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And my sweet gentle mother, so dear to my heart,
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It grieved me sincerely when we had to part.
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Said my kind-hearted father as he took my hand:
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"As you go in defence of our dear native land,
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"Son, be brave but show mercy whenever you can.
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"Our hearts will be with you, 'til you 'turn again."
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In my bag there's a bible to show me the way,
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Through my twelfth year on earth and to Heaven some day.
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I will shoulder my musket and brandish my sword,
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In defence of this land and the word of the Lord.
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Bright Sunny South
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| Alison Krauss |
