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My Boy Is Coming from the War
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(published by S. T. Gordon, N.Y., 1863)
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“My boy is coming from the war,”
“He’s coming home to me,”
“O! how I long to see his face,”
And hear his voice of glee.
Of all the days that ever dawned
This is the brightest day,
For sad and lonely was my heart
When Harry went away.
Chorus:
My boy is coming from the war
He’s coming home to me,
O! how I long to see his face,
And hear his voice of glee.
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My boy is coming from the war,
I’ve waited for him long,
I miss the music of his laugh,
His light and happy song;
But now I’ll clasp him in my arms
And ever by my side,
He’ll linger while my life glides on
To quiet eventide.
Chorus:
My boy is coming from the war
The mother fondly said,
While on the gory battle plain
Her boy was lying dead!
His comrades came with lightsome steps
And sound of martial drums,
But now that Mother sadly waits
For one who’ll never come!
Chorus:
My boy is coming from the war
The mother fondly said,
While on the gory battle plain
Her boy was lying dead!
   
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