There was old Nelson on the nigger stealin' plan,
He thought he'd make a fortune on Sandy.
But before he got through, he found it wouldn't do,
The boys used the rifle-gun too handy.

Hurrah, hurrah, tum, tee, dum, dan!
They cried out they want to free the nigger.
But never mind the nigger, for the Rebel pulled the trigger
And sent them to the happy land of Canaan.
There was a wounded soldier lay upon the battlefield,
His comrades gathered 'round him, and down by his side they kneel.
The soldier raised his drooping head and — unto them he said:
" Oh, who will care for mother now,
Her soldier boy is dead "

Go tell my dear old father
That in death I prayed for him
That I might want to meet him
In the world that's free from sin.
I was my father's only son
My mother's only joy,
And she'll weep tears in England
For her soldier dying boy.

Go tell my dear little sister
She's not to weep for me;
For never by her fireside
Will I take her on my knee;
And sing to her those good old songs
She loves to hear me sing,
While her poor brother lies a-bleeding
At the battle Humbolt Springs.

Go tell my dear young sweetheart
That in death I murmured her sweet name;
It was as dear and sweet to me
As from her I came
And if I be a-dying,
No more of her I'll see;
Go give to her this lock of hair
That she may remember me.

Oh when I were a little boy
How I loved to hear them tell
About the noble Captains,
How gloryful they fell;
He kissed the stars and the stripes
And laid them by his side
He fought three years for the Union
For the Union he did die.