"The Dying Soldier Boy" (1864) Words by ??? Music by J. T. Wamelink. [Source: 087/130@Levy] A brave lad of sixteen years, belonging to a New England regiment, mortally wounded at Fredericksburg, and sent to the Patent Office Hospital in Washinton, was anxiously looking for the coming of his mother. As his last hour approached and sight grew dim, he mistook a sympathetic lady who was wiping the cold, clammy perspiration from his forehead, for the expected one, and with a smile of joy lighting up his pale face, whispered tenderly, "Is that mother?" "Then" says the writer, drawing her towards him with all his feeble strength, he nestled his head in her arms like a sleeping infant, and thus died with the sweet word "Mother" on his quivering lips. Is that mother bending o'er me As she sang my cradle hymn, Kneeling there in tears before me, Say! my sight is growing dim, Comes she from the old home lowly, Out among the northern hills To her pet boy dying slowly of war's battle wounds and ills, To her pet boy dying slowly of war's battle wounds and ills Mother! Oh, we bravely battled -- Battled till the day was done While the leaden hail storm rattled Man to man, and gun to gun But we failed And I am dying, dying in my boyhood's years There no weeping self denying Noble death demand no tears Fold your arms again around me, Press again my aching head; Sing the lullaby you sang me, kiss me mother ere I'm dead, sing the lullaby you sang me, kiss me mother ere I'm dead.