"Somebody's Darling" (1865)
Song. 
By Mrs. E. K. Crawford. 

Cleveland: S. Brainard & Co., 203 Superior St. 
[Source: 090/018@Levy]

1. Into a ward of the whitewashed walls, 
Where the dead and the dying lay, 
Wounded by bayonets, shells and balls, 
Somebody’s darling, was borne one day.
Somebody’s darling, so young and so brave, 
Wearing yet on his pale, sweet face,  
So soon to be hid by the dust of the grave, 
Tho lingering look of his boyhood’s grace, 

2. Matted and damp are the curls of gold, 
Kissing the snow of that fair young brow, 
Pale are the lips of delccate mould,— 
Somebody’s darling is dying now.
Back from the beautiful blueveinded brow, 
Brush all the wandering waves of gold, 
Cross his hands on his bosom now,— 
Somebody’s darling is still and cold.

3. Kiss him once for somebody’s sake, 
Murmur a prayer, soft and low, 
One bright curl from its fair mates take, 
They were somebody’s pride, you know.
Somebody’s hand hath rested there.
Was it a mother’s soft and white?
Or have the lips of a sister fair, 
Been baptised in those waves of light!

4. God knows best— he was somebody’s love,  
Someboyy’s heart hath enshrined him there.
Somebody’s wafted his name above, 
Night and morn on the wings of prayer.
Somebody wept when he marched away.
Looking so handsome, brave and grand;
Somebody’s kiss on his forehead lay.
Somebody clung to his parting hand.

5. Somebody’s waiting and watching for him, 
Yearning to clasp him again to her heart, 
And there lies, with his blue eyes dim,  
And smiling, childlike lips apart.
Tenderly bury the fair young dead, 
Pausing to drop on his grave a tear;
Carve on the wooden slad at its head.
“Somebody’s darling slumbers here.”