[Traditional]    He was just a blue-eyed boston boy  His voice was low with pain  I'll do your bidding commrad mine  If i ride back again  But if you ride back and i am dead  You'll do as much for me  Mother, you know, must hear the news  So write to her tenderly    She's a-waiting at home like a patient saint  Her fallen face paled with woe  Her heart would be broken when i am gone  I'll see her soon, i know.  Just then the order came to charge  For an instant hand touched hand  They sayed "aye" and away they rode  That brave and devoted band    Straight was the course to the top of the hill  And the rebels they shot and shelled  Plowed furroughs of death through the toiling ranks  And guarded them as they fell  There soon was a horrible dying yell  From heights that they could not gain  And those who doom and death had spared  Rode slowly back again    But among the dead that were left on the hill  Was the boy with curly hair  The tall dark man who fought by his side  Lay dead beside him there  Well there was was no one to write to the blue-eyed girl  The words that her lover had said  While mother at home is awaiting her boy  She'll only know he's dead  She'll only know he's dead