From the bright sunny south to the war, I was sent, E'er the days of my boyhood, I scarcely had spent. From it's cool shady forests and deep flowing streams, Ever fond in my mem'ry and sweet in my dreams. Oh, my dear little sister, I still see her tears. When I had to leave home in our tender years. And my sweet gentle mother, so dear to my heart, It grieved me sincerely when we had to part. Said my kind-hearted father as he took my hand: "As you go in defence of our dear native land, "Son, be 编辑于2001/08/01更新