Here you will find the Poem Young Henry of poet Julia A Moore
Air -- "Drummer Boy of Waterloo" Young Henry was as faithful boy As ever stood on the American soil, And he did enlist, without a doubt, When the rebellion was broke out. He was his parents'only son, And only child he was but one, That was a girl aged seventeen, Henry called her his May Queen. Young Henry said, "Dear sister May, What do you think my friends will say? For now my name is on the roll, And I down south will have to go." "I hear my country's call," said he, "For all her sons of liberty, And I, forever, will prove true To that dear old flag, red, white and blue." "I love my father and mother dear, I leave you, May, their hearts to cheer; When I am gone, pray do not mourn If I should never return home." His sister then to him did say, "My only brother, blithe and gay, Our country calls, calls from afar; May God protect you through the war." Their father hearing all was said, It made his noble heart grow sad; "My children, I love both of you, And yet I love my country, too." "My son, if I was young again, I never could at home remain, And see my native land, now free, Dissolved and made in slavery." Young Henry left his father's home, And left his friends for him to mourn, A captain of a little band, He marched away from Michigan. In the battle of Fredericksburg, Above the battle roar was heard, "Fight on! fight on! brave boys," he cried, "I am shot and wounded, and must die." They placed his head upon the grass, So he could see his brave boys pass; "Go tell my father, Henry's slain To keep him from the rebel's chain." They dug his grave beneath that spot, They wrapped him in his soldier's coat, And while the battle drums they heard, They laid him low at Fredericksburg.