E E7 Em7 C D E7 Em7 C D E [Verse]D He was just a blue eyed Boston boyA His voice was low with painE D I'll do your bidding comrade mineA If I ride back againE A But if you ride on and I should fallE You'll do as much for meA D Mother at home is awaiting the newsE A So write her tenderly [Verse]E D She is waiting at home like a patient saintA Her fond face pale with woeE D Her heart will be broken when I am deadA I'll see her face no moreE A Just then the order came to chargeE For a moment hand touched handA D They answered "Aye" and away they rodeE A That brave and devoted band [Verse]E D Straight way was the course to the top of the hillA And the rebels with shot and shellE D Ploughed furrows of death through the toiling ranksA And guarded them as they fellE A There soon came a horrible dying soundE From the heights they could not gainA D And those that doom and death had sparedE A Rode slowly back again [Verse]E D But among the dead at the top of the hillA Was the boy with the golden hairE D And the tall dark man that rode by his sideA Lay still beside him thereE A There was no one to write to his blue-eyed girlE The words that her lover had saidA D And mother at home is awaiting the newsE A She'll only find he's deadA D While mother at home is awaiting the newsE A She'll only find he's dead
Blue-Eyed Boston Boy
Mark Erelli
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