Two Soldiers (Live At The American Legion Post 82)

He was just a blue-eyed Boston boy
His voice was low with pain
I'll do your bidding, comrade mine
If you ride back again
But if you ride back and I am dead
Just do as much for me
Mother, you know, must hear the news
Please write to her tenderly

She's waiting at home like a patient saint
Her fond face pale with woe
Her heart will break when I am gone
I'll see her soon, I know
Just then the order came to charge
For an instance hand touched hand
They said, "Aye," and away they went and rode
That brave and devoted band

Straight was the course to the top of the hill
The rebels they shot and shelled
Plowed furrows of death through the toiling ranks
And guarded them as they fell
There soon came a horrible dying yell
From heights they could not gain
And those who doom and death had spared
Rode slowly down again

But among the dead that were left on the hill
Was the boy with the curly hair
The tall dark man who fought by his side
Lay dead beside him there
There was no one to write to the blue-eyed girl
The words her lover had said
Mother, you know, must hear the news
She'll only know he's dead