“ Oh! carry me back to my own loved Carolina shore,
If on the battle-field I fall, Oh! take me home once more,
For I would silently rest beneath the bright blue sky,
With her green sod on my youthful breast, there let me lie;
Oh! boys, carry me back, when the bloody strife is o’er,
And a mother dear, with a grateful tear, will bless you evermore. ”

“ She was seated by my side, and we whispered vows of love,
Though she may never be my bride, still, we may meet above;
Oh! boys, carry me back, there only would I sleep,
And the maiden fair, with the golden hair, o’er the soldier’s grave wilt weep. ”