[Intro]
A D G D
(x2)
A D A
A D G D
[Verse 1]
A D G
He was just a blue-eyed Boston boy
D
His voice was low with pain.
A D G
I’ll do your bidding comrade mine,
D
If I ride back again.
A D
But if you ride back and I am left
A
You’ll do as much for me.
A D G
Mother you know, must hear the news
D
So write to her tenderly.
[Break]
A D G D
A D G
She’s waiting at home like a patient saint
D
Her fond face pale with woe.
A D G
Her heart will be broken when I am gone
D
I’ll see her soon, I know
A D
Just then the order came to charge
A
For an instant hand touched hand
A D G
They said “Aye” and away they rode
D
That brave and devoted band.
[Break]
A D G D
[Verse 3]
A D G
Straight was the track to the top of the hill
D
The rebels they shot and shelled.
A D G
Plowed furrows of death through the toilling ranks
D
And guarded them as they fell
A D
There soon came a horrible dying yell
A
From heights that they could not gain
A D G
And those that doom and death had spared
D
Rode slowly back again.
[Break]
A D G D
[Verse 4]
A D G
But among the dead that were left on the hill
D
Was the boy with the curly hair
A D G
The tall dark man that rode by his side
D
Lay dead beside him there
A D
There’s no one to write to the blue-eyed girl
A
The words that her lover had said
A D G
Momma, you know, awaits the news
D
And she’ll only know he’s dead.
[Outro]
A D G D
(x2)
A D A
A D G D
[Intro]
A D G D
(x2)
A D A
A D G D
[Verse 1]
A D G
He was just a blue-eyed Boston boy
D
His voice was low with pain.
A D G
I’ll do your bidding comrade mine,
D
If I ride back again.
A D
But if you ride back and I am left
A
You’ll do as much for me.
A D G
Mother you know, must hear the news
D
So write to her tenderly.
[Break]
A D G D
A D G
She’s waiting at home like a patient saint
D
Her fond face pale with woe.
A D G
Her heart will be broken when I am gone
D
I’ll see her soon, I know
A D
Just then the order came to charge
A
For an instant hand touched hand
A D G
They said “Aye” and away they rode
D
That brave and devoted band.
[Break]
A D G D
[Verse 3]
A D G
Straight was the track to the top of the hill
D
The rebels they shot and shelled.
A D G
Plowed furrows of death through the toilling ranks
D
And guarded them as they fell
A D
There soon came a horrible dying yell
A
From heights that they could not gain
A D G
And those that doom and death had spared
D
Rode slowly back again.
[Break]
A D G D
[Verse 4]
A D G
But among the dead that were left on the hill
D
Was the boy with the curly hair
A D G
The tall dark man that rode by his side
D
Lay dead beside him there
A D
There’s no one to write to the blue-eyed girl
A
The words that her lover had said
A D G
Momma, you know, awaits the news
D
And she’ll only know he’s dead.
[Outro]
A D G D
(x2)
A D A
A D G D
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