[Traditional]
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He was just a blue-eyed boston boy
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His voice was low with pain
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I'll do your bidding commrad mine
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If i ride back again
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But if you ride back and i am dead
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You'll do as much for me
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Mother, you know, must hear the news
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So write to her tenderly
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She's a-waiting at home like a patient saint
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Her fallen face paled with woe
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Her heart would be broken when i am gone
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I'll see her soon, i know.
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Just then the order came to charge
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For an instant hand touched hand
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They sayed "aye" and away they rode
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That brave and devoted band
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Straight was the course to the top of the hill
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And the rebels they shot and shelled
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Plowed furroughs of death through the toiling ranks
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And guarded them as they fell
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There soon was a horrible dying yell
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From heights that they could not gain
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And those who doom and death had spared
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Rode slowly back again
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But among the dead that were left on the hill
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Was the boy with curly hair
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The tall dark man who fought by his side
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Lay dead beside him there
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Well there was was no one to write to the blue-eyed girl
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The words that her lover had said
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While mother at home is awaiting her boy
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She'll only know he's dead
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She'll only know he's dead
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Two Soldiers
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| Cowboy Junkies |
