THE YOUNG VOLUNTEER.

Words and Music by John M. Hewett.

Our flag is unfurl’d and our arms flash bright,
As the sun rides up the sky;
But ere I join the doubting fight,
Lovely maid, I would say, “Good by.”
I’m a young volunteer, and my heart is true
To the flag that woos the wind;
Then, three cheers for that flag and our country, too,
And the girls we leave behind.

Chorus.—Then adieu! then adieu! ’tis the last bugle’s strain
That is falling on the ear;
Should it so be decreed that we ne’er meet again,
Oh! remember the young volunteer.

When over the desert, thro’ burning rays,
With a heavy heart I tread;
Or when I breast the cannon’s blaze,
And bemoan my comrades dead,
Then, then, I will think of my home and you,
And our flag shall kiss the wind;
With huzza for our cause and our country, too,
And the girls we leave behind.
Chorus.