Blue-Eyed Boston Boy

Mark Erelli

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Tom:
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D He was just a blue eyed Boston boy
A His voice was low with pain
E D I'll do your bidding comrade mine
A If I ride back again
E A But if you ride on and I should fall
E You'll do as much for me
A D Mother at home is awaiting the news
E A So write her tenderly [Verse]
E D She is waiting at home like a patient saint
A Her fond face pale with woe
E D Her heart will be broken when I am dead
A I'll see her face no more
E A Just then the order came to charge
E For a moment hand touched hand
A D They answered "Aye" and away they rode
E A That brave and devoted band [Verse]
E D Straight way was the course to the top of the hill
A And the rebels with shot and shell
E D Ploughed furrows of death through the toiling ranks
A And guarded them as they fell
E A There soon came a horrible dying sound
E From the heights they could not gain
A D And those that doom and death had spared
E A Rode slowly back again [Verse]
E D But among the dead at the top of the hill
A Was the boy with the golden hair
E D And the tall dark man that rode by his side
A Lay still beside him there
E A There was no one to write to his blue-eyed girl
E The words that her lover had said
A D And mother at home is awaiting the news
E A She'll only find he's dead
A D While mother at home is awaiting the news
E A She'll only find he's dead
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