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re-enlisted.
He 's re-enlisted for the war, for victory or for death,—
A soldier's grave, perhaps!—the thought has halfway stopped my breath,
And driven a cloud across the sun;—my boy, it will not be!
The war will soon be over; home again you 'll come to me!
A soldier's grave, perhaps!—the thought has halfway stopped my breath,
And driven a cloud across the sun;—my boy, it will not be!
The war will soon be over; home again you 'll come to me!
He 's re-enlisted: and I smiled to see him going, too!
There 's nothing that becomes him half so well as army-blue.
Only a private in the ranks! but sure I am indeed,
If all the privates were like him, they 'd scarcely captains need.
There 's nothing that becomes him half so well as army-blue.
Only a private in the ranks! but sure I am indeed,
If all the privates were like him, they 'd scarcely captains need.
And I and Massachusetts share the honor of his birth,—
The grand old State! to me the best in all the peopled earth!
I cannot hold a musket, but I have a son who can;
And I 'm proud for Freedom's sake to be the mother of a man!
The grand old State! to me the best in all the peopled earth!
I cannot hold a musket, but I have a son who can;
And I 'm proud for Freedom's sake to be the mother of a man!
