from the bright sunny south to the war i was sent
ere the days of my boyhood i scarcely had spent. from its cool shady forests and deep flowing streams
ever fond in my mem'ry and sweet in my dreams. oh
my dear little sister i still see her tears
when i had to leave home in our tender years. and my sweet gentle mother
so dear to my heart
it grieved me sincerely when we had to part. said my kind-hearted father as he took my hand: as you go in defense of our dear native land