作曲 : Septimus Winner
 Her true love is a soldier
 In the army now today,
 It was this cruel war that made him
 Have to go away,
 The draft it was that took him,
 And it was a heavy blow,
 It took him for a Conscript,
 But he didn't want to go.
 He's gone—Hes gone
 As meek as any lamb,
 They took him, yes, they took him,
 To the Arms of Abraham.
 He's gone—Hes gone
 As meek as any lamb,
 They took him, yes, they took him,
 To the Arms of Abraham.
 He's gone to be a soldier,
 With a knapsack on his back,
 A fightin' for the Union
 And a livin' on "hard tack"
 Oh how he look'd like Christian,
 In the Pilgrim's Progress shown,
 With a bundle on his shoulders
 But with nothin' of his own.
 He's gone—Hes gone
 As meek as any lamb,
 They took him, yes, they took him,
 To the Arms of Abraham.
 He's gone—Hes gone
 As meek as any lamb,
 They took him, yes, they took him,
 To the Arms of Abraham.
 Oh should he meet a rebel,
 A pointin' with his gun,
 I hope he may have courage
 To "take care of number one"
 If I were him I'd offer,
 The fellow but a dram,
 For what's the use of dying,
 Just for Jeff. or Abraham.
 He's gone—Hes gone
 As meek as any lamb,
 They took him, yes, they took him,
 To the Arms of Abraham.
 He's gone—Hes gone
 As meek as any lamb,
 They took him, yes, they took him,
 To the Arms of Abraham.
 They took him, yes, they took him,
 To the Arms of Abraham.