Bright Sunny South - Sam Amidon

In the bright sunny south, in peace and content

These days of my boyhood I scarcely have spent

From the deep flowing spring, to the broad flowing stream

Ever dear to my memory, the sweeter is my dream

I lay my confinement and comfort of life

The dangers of warfare, provision and strife

I have come to come close and reply with my word

As I shoulder my musket, and belted my sword

My father looked sad as he bid me to part

My mother embraced me with anguish of heart

My beautiful sister looked pale in her woe

As she hugged me and blessed me and told me to go

Dear father, dear father, for me do not weep

I’m a lonesome man and I mean for to keep

The dangers 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 always will keep

You have taught me be brave from a boy to a man

And I’m going in defense of your own native land

Dear sister, dear sister, I’m afeared of your woe

Your grief and your sorrow, they trouble me so

I must be going, for here I cannot stand

I’m going in defense of her own native land