John Hill Hewitt
Our flag is unfurled and our arms flash bright,|
As the sun wades up the sky;
But ere I join the doubtful fight,
Lovely maid, I would say, "Goodbye,"
I'm a young volunteer, and my heart is true
To our flag that woos the wind;
Then three cheers for that flag and our country too,
And the girls we leave behind.
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.
2. When over the desert, through burning rays,
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