In the bright sunny south in peace and content
The days of my boyhood, I scarcely have spent
From the deep flowing springs to the broad flowing stream
Ever dear to my memory, and sweet is my dream
I leave my confinement and comfort of life
The dangers of bloodshed, provision, and strife
I come to conclose and reply with my word
As I shoulder my musket and billet my sword
My father looked sad as he begged me to part
And my mother embraced me with anguish of heart
And my beautiful sister looked pale in her woe
As she grabbed me and blessed me and told me to go
Dear father, dear father, for me do not weep
For on some high mountain, I mean for to sleep
And the danger of war, I intend for to share
And for sickness and d**h, I intend to prepare
Dear mother, dear mother, for me do not weep
For a mother's kind voice I ever will keep
You have taught me to be brave from a boy to a man
And I'm going in defense of our own native land
Dear sister, dear sister, I cannot tell the woe
Your tears and your sorrow, they trouble me so
I must be a-going for here I cannot stand
I'm going in defense of our own native land