[00:00.00] 作曲 : Trad
[00:30.52]From the bright sunny South to the war I was sent,
[00:36.80]Ere the days of my boyhood I scarcely had spent.
[00:45.02]From its cool shady forests and deep flowing streams,
[00:52.67]Ever fond in my mem'ry ever sweet in my dreams.
[01:02.04]Oh, my dear little sister I still see her tears,
[01:09.17]When I had to leave home in our tender years.
[01:17.44]And my sweet gentle mother, so dear to my heart,
[01:24.68]It grieved me sincerely when we had to part.
[01:34.29]Said my kind-hearted father as he took my hand:
[01:41.04]"As you go in defense of our dear native land,
[01:49.30]Son, be brave but show mercy whenever you can.
[01:56.61]Our hearts will be with you, 'til you return again."
[02:37.44]In my bag there's a Bible to show me the way,
[02:43.89]Through my trials here on earth and to Heaven some day.
[02:52.30]I will shoulder my musket and brandish my sword,
[02:59.28]In defense of this land and the Word of the Lord.
[03:08.86]From the bright sunny South to the war I was sent,
[03:15.23]Ere the days of my boyhood I scarcely had spent.
[03:23.68]From its cool shady forests and deep flowing streams,
[03:30.75]Ever fond in my mem'ry ever sweet in my dreams.