I Want to be a Soldier

I Want to be a Soldier.
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On Decoration day the soldiers marched away.
A mother held her young son by the hand;
They marched marched in in mourning dressed, all find rest. to where we
Reside & grave her boy and she now stand:
“It’s here your daddy sleeps,” she said, as tears came to her eyes,
“His country’s call he answered, brave and true,
” Her boy sald: “Mother, dear, don’t his place some day.
For I want to be a soldier too.” ery, I’ll fall

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I want to be a soldier.
A soldier brave and true:
I want to be a soldier,
Dressed in a uniform of blue:
Marching to the strains of “Down in Dixie,”
That’s what I want to de
When 1’m a great big man, mother. If I can.
I want to be a soldier, too,

Upon a summer’s day, the birds are singing кау,
A mother’s standing at the cottage door:
Her hair has turned to gray, her boy is going away,
She wonders if she’ll see him any more: With tearful eyes she held her boy, within her fond embrace.
As he stood here in his uniform of blue;
“My boy,” she sald. “today you’re going to filf your daddy’space:
I wish that I could be a soldier too.”
Chorus