She was just a blue eyed Boston girl

Her voice was low with pain

I'll do your bidding comrade mine

If I ride back again



But if you ride back and I am dead

You'll do as much for me

Mother, you know, must hear the news

So write her tenderly



She's awaiting at home like a patient saint

Her fallen face paled with woe

Her heart would be broken when I am gone

I'll see her soon, I know



Just then the order came to charge

For an instant hand touched hand

They said, aye and away they rode

That brave and devoted band



Straight was the course to the top of the hill

And the rebels they shot and shelled

Plowed furrows of death through the toiling ranks

And guarded them as they fell



There soon was a horrible dying yell

From heights that they could not gain

And those who doom and death had spared

Rode slowly back again



But among the dead that were left on the hill

Was the girl with the curly hair

The tall dark man who'd fought by her side

Lay dead beside her there



There was was no one to write the green-eyed girl

The words that her lover had said

While mother at home is awaiting her girl

She'll only know she is dead



She'll only know she's dead

She'll only know she's dead