AMPUTATED.
Good bye, right arm! 'Tis hard to part
With one as true and tried;
One that so long hath served my heart,
And waited at my side:
Thy work is done—thy pain is o'er;
When tear drops dim mine eye
Thy hand will dash them forth no more—
Good bye, right arm—good bye!
Good bye, right arm! On battle field
Thy strength hath served me well,
And thou hast been my bosom's shield
Where blows like rain drops fell;
But never more amid the strife
Thou wilt be lifted high;
Thy last blow saved this heart its life—
Good bye, right arm—good bye!
Thy strength hath served me well,
And thou hast been my bosom's shield
Where blows like rain drops fell;
But never more amid the strife
Thou wilt be lifted high;
Thy last blow saved this heart its life—
Good bye, right arm—good bye!
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