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In the bright sunny south and peace and content
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These days of my boyhood I scarcely have spent
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From the deep following spring to the broad flowing stream
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Ever dear to my memory, sweeter is my dream
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I lay my confinement and comfort alike
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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 but I’ll take my sword
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My father looked sad as he begged me to part
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My mother embraced me with anguish of heart
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And my beautiful sister looked pale in her role
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As she hugged me and blessed me, told me to go
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Dear father, dear father for me do not wait
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I’m along to a 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 wait
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For a while this kind voice I ever 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 her own native land
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Dear sister, dear sister, I’m a firid of your wall
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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 stay
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I’m going in defense of her own native land
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Bright Sunny South
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| Sam Amidon |
