The Young Volunteer |
John Hill Hewitt
Our flag is unfurled and our arms flash bright, As the sun wades up the sky; But ere I join the doubtful fight, Lovely maid, I would say, "Goodbye," I'm a young volunteer, and my heart is true To our flag that woos the wind; Then three cheers for that flag and our country too, And the girls we leave behind. Chorus: Then adieu, then adieu, 'tis the last bugle's strain, That is falling on the ear; Should it so be decreed that we ne'er meet again, Oh, remember the Young Volunteer.
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