The Son of a Soldier.
Oh mother ! dear mother ! I cannot remain ;1
I’ve heard the war-summons again and again ;2
They’ll deem me a coward—then, dear as thou art,3
I cannot stay with thee—’tis right we should part.4
My comrades are marching—I dare not delay—5
The son of a soldier the call must obey.6
His name I inherit so famed in the field ;7
Be just then, and give me his helmet and shield.8
Oh give me his banner ! shake from it the dust
:9
Oh give me his broadsword ! wipe from it the rust :10
Oh give me his steed—let me mount, and away
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The son of a soldier the call must obey.12