He was just a blue-eyed Boston boy
His voice was low with pain

"I'll do your bidding comrade mine
If I ride back again
But if you ride back and I am left

You'll do as much for me
Mother you know, must hear the news
So write to her tenderly."


"She's waiting at home like a patient saint
Her fond face pale with woe

Her heart will be broken when I am gone
I'll see her soon, I know"
Just then the order came to charge

For an instant hand touched hand
They said "Aye" and away they rode
That brave and devoted band.


Straight was the track to the top of the hill
The rebels they shot and shelled

Plowed furrows of death through the toilling ranks
And guarded them as they fell
There soon came a horrible dying yell

From heights that they could not gain
And those whom doom and death had spared
Rode slowly back again.


But among the dead that were left on the hill
Was the boy with the curly hair

The tall dark man who rode by his side
Lay dead beside him there
There's no one to write to the blue-eyed girl

The words that her lover had said
Momma, you know, awaits the news
And she'll only know he's dead.