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Julia Ward Howe

The Young Volunteer

As performed by the Joyful Harps

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Born and raised in New York City, as an adult John Hill Hewitt (1801-1890) moved to Augusta, Georgia and later embraced the Confederacy.  Too old to fight, Hewitt instead wrote many patriotic and romanticized tunes among his more than 300 songs, including “Somebody’s Darling” and “All Quiet Along the Potomac Tonight.”  Written in 1863, “The Young Volunteer” is typical of the ballads for which he became well-known.  Today Hewitt is considered by some the “Father of the American Ballad.”  The Young Volunteer is performed here on Celtic harps.

Our flag is unfurl'd, and our arms flash bright,

As the sun wades up the sky;

But ere I join the doubtful fight,

Lovely maid, I would say "Good bye"

I'm a young volunteer, and my heart is true

To our flag that woos the wind,

Then three cheers for that flag, and our country too,

And the girls we leave behind.

Then adieu! then adieu! 'tis the last bugle's strain,

This is falling on the ear;

Should it so be decreed that we never meet again--

Oh, remember the Young Volunteer.


When over the desert, thru' burning rays,

With a heavy heart I tread;

Or when I breast the cannon's blaze,

And bemoan my comrades dead,

Then, then I will think of my home and you,

And our flag shall kiss the wind;

With huzza for our cause and our country too,

And the girls we leave behind.

Then adieu! then adieu! 'tis the last bugle's strain,

This is falling on the ear;

Should it so be decreed that we never meet again--

Oh, remember the Young Volunteer.

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