Blue Eyed Boston Boy Lyrics - Singles - Mark Erelli

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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 on and I should fall 

You'll do as much for me 

Mother at home is awaiting the news 

So write her tenderly 

She is waiting at home like a patient saint 

Her fond face pale with woe 

Her heart will be broken when I am dead 

I'll see her face no more 

Just then the order came to charge 

For a moment hand touched hand 

The answered "aye" and away they rode 

That brave and devoted band 

Straight way was the course to the top of the hill 

The rebels they shot with shot and shell 

Ploughed furrows of death through the toiling ranks 

And guarded them as the fell 

There soon came a horrible dying sound 

From the heights they could not gain 

And those that doom and death had spared 

Rose slowly back again