Bright Sunny South

From the bright sunny South to the war, I was sent
Ere the days of my boyhood, I scarcely had spent
From it's cool shady forests and deep flowing streams
Ever fond in my mem'ry and sweet in my dreams

Oh, my dear little sister, I still see her tears
When I had to leave home in our tender years
And my sweet gentle mother, so dear to my heart
It grieved me sincerely when we had to part

Said my kind-hearted father as he took my hand
"As you go in defense of our dear native land
Son, be brave but show mercy whenever you can
Our hearts will be with you, 'til you return again"

In my bag there's a bible to show me the way
Through my trials year on earth and to Heaven some day
I will shoulder my musket and brandish my sword
In defense of this land and the word of the Lord