Moans, shrieks, and dies for you, soldier in blue.
I’ll always remember that night on the hillside,
E’en if, my dear warrior, we ne’er meet again;
E’en though I have many brave beautiful sweethearts,
You never, ah never, shall drop from my ken:
I’ll think of you darling—yes pray for you ever,
As long as I live on God’s beautiful earth;
God gave you to me as a husband so tender,
You’re mine now forever, so much to me worth!
A Man that is a Man.