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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=427864" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Young Henry</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Air -- "Drummer Boy of Waterloo"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Young Henry was as faithful boy<br>As ever stood on the American soil,<br>And he did enlist, without a doubt,<br>When the rebellion was broke out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was his parents' only son,<br>And only child he was but one,<br>That was a girl aged seventeen,<br>Henry called her his May Queen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Young Henry said, "Dear sister May,<br>What do you think my friends will say?<br>For now my name is on the roll,<br>And I down south will have to go."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"I hear my country's call," said he,<br>"For all her sons of liberty,<br>And I, forever, will prove true<br>To that dear old flag, red, white and blue."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"I love my father and mother dear,<br>I leave you, May, their hearts to cheer;<br>When I am gone, pray do not mourn<br>If I should never return home."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His sister then to him did say,<br>"My only brother, blithe and gay,<br>Our country calls, calls from afar;<br>May God protect you through the war."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their father hearing all was said,<br>It made his noble heart grow sad;<br>"My children, I love both of you,<br>And yet I love my country, too."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"My son, if I was young again,<br>I never could at home remain,<br>And see my native land, now free,<br>Dissolved and made in slavery."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Young Henry left his father's home,<br>And left his friends for him to mourn,<br>A captain of a little band,<br>He marched away from Michigan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the battle of Fredericksburg,<br>Above the battle roar was heard,<br>"Fight on! fight on! brave boys," he cried,<br>"I am shot and wounded, and must die."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They placed his head upon the grass,<br>So he could see his brave boys pass;<br>"Go tell my father, Henry's slain<br>To keep him from the rebel's chain."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They dug his grave beneath that spot,<br>They wrapped him in his soldier's coat,<br>And while the battle drums they heard,<br>They laid him low at Fredericksburg.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Julia+A+Moore">Julia A Moore</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=427864" data-title="Young Henry de Julia A Moore" data-description="Air -- "Drummer Boy of Waterloo" Young Henry was as faithful boy As ever stood on the American soil, And he did enlist, without a doubt, When the rebellion was broke out. He was his parents' only son, And only child he was but one, Th..."></div> </div> </div>
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