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THE SWEET SINGER'S BEST EFFORT.
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WILLIAM UPSON.
Air—"The Major's Only Son."
Come all good people far and near,
Oh, come and see what you can hear,
It's of a young man true and brave,
That is now sleeping in his grave.
Oh, come and see what you can hear,
It's of a young man true and brave,
That is now sleeping in his grave.
Now, William Upson was his name—
If it's not that, it's all the same—
He did enlist in a cruel strife.
And it caused him to lose his life.
If it's not that, it's all the same—
He did enlist in a cruel strife.
And it caused him to lose his life.
He was Perry Upson's eldest son.
His father loved his noble son,
This son was nineteen years of age
When first in the rebellion he engaged.
His father loved his noble son,
This son was nineteen years of age
When first in the rebellion he engaged.
His father said that he might go,
But his dear mother she said no,
"Oh! stay at home, dear Billy," she said,
But she could not turn his head.
But his dear mother she said no,
"Oh! stay at home, dear Billy," she said,
But she could not turn his head.
He went to Nashville, in Tennessee,
There his kind friends he could not see;
He died among strangers, so far away,
They did not know where his body lay.
There his kind friends he could not see;
He died among strangers, so far away,
They did not know where his body lay.
He was taken sick and lived four weeks,
And Oh ! how his parents weep,
But now they must in sorrow mourn,
For Billy has gone to his heavenly home.
And Oh ! how his parents weep,
But now they must in sorrow mourn,
For Billy has gone to his heavenly home.
Oh! if his mother could have seen her son,
For she loved him, her darling son;
If she could heard his dying prayer.
It would ease her heart till she met him there
For she loved him, her darling son;
If she could heard his dying prayer.
It would ease her heart till she met him there
How it would relieve his mother's heart
To see her son from this world depart,
And hear his noble words of love.
As he left this world for that above.
To see her son from this world depart,
And hear his noble words of love.
As he left this world for that above.
Now it will relieve his mother's heart,
For her son is laid in our graveyard;
For now she knows that his grave is near,
She will not shed so many tears.
For her son is laid in our graveyard;
For now she knows that his grave is near,
She will not shed so many tears.
Although she knows not that it was her son,
For his coffin could not be opened—
It might be someone in his place.
For she could not see his noble face.
For his coffin could not be opened—
It might be someone in his place.
For she could not see his noble face.
