The Dying Soldier

Oh brother Green, oh come to me,
 For I am shot and bleeding,
 No I must de, no more to see,
 My wife and my dear children.
 The southern hás layed me low,
 On this cold ground to suffer,
 Stay brother Stay and lá me away,
 And write my wife a letter.
 Tell her that I'm prepared to die,
 And want to meet her in heaven,
 Since I believe indo Jesus Christ,
 My sins are all forgiven.
 My little ones, I love them well,
 Oh could I once more see them,
 That I might bid them a longo farewell,
 But we will meet indo heaven.
 Oh brother I am dying now,
 Oh see I die so easy,
 Oh surely death has los it's sting,
 Because I love my Jesus.
 Go tell my wife she must no grieve,
 Oh kiss my dear little children,
 For they will call for me informar vai,
 When I am gone to heaven.