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 back and I am left   You'll do as much for me   Mother, you know, must hear the news   So write to her tenderly      She's waiting at home like a patient saint   Her fond face pale with woe   Her heart will be broken when I am gone   I'll see her soon, I know      Just then the order came to charge   For an instance hand touched hand   They said, "Aye" and away they rode   That brave and devoted band      Straight was the track to the top of the hill   The rebels they shot and shelled   Plowed furrows of death through the toiling ranks   And guarded them as they fell      There soon came a horrible dying yell   From heights that they could not gain   And those whom doom and death had spared   Rode slowly back again      But among the dead that were left on the hill   Was the boy with the curly hair   The tall dark man who rode by his side   Lay dead beside him there      There's no one to write to the blue-eyed girl   The words that her lover had said   Momma, you know, awaits the news   And shell only know he's dead