Bright Sunny South

In the bright sunny south in peace and content
 The days of my boyhood, I scarcely have spent
 From the deep flowing spring to the broad flowing stream
 Ever dear to my memory, and sweet is my dream
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 I'll leave my confinement and comfort of life
 The danger of bloodshed, provision, and strife
 I've come to conclose and reply with my word
 As I shoulder my musket and billet my sword
 My father looked sad as he begged me to part
 And my mother embraced me with anguish of heart
 And my beautiful sister looked pale in her woe
 As she grabbed me and blessed me and told me to go
 Dear father, dear father, for me do not weep
 For on some high mountain, I mean for to sleep
 And the danger of war, I intend for to share
 And for sickness and death, I intend to prepare
 Dear mother, dear mother, for me do not weep
 For a mother's kind voice I ever will keep
 You have taught me be brave from a boy to a man
 And I'm going in defense of her own native land
 Dear sister, dear sister, I cannot tell the woe
 Your tears and your sorrow, they trouble me so
 I must be a-going for here I cannot stand
 For I'm going in defense of her own native land