SARAH HAS GONE FOR A SOLDIER

Day 1,355, 13:42 • Published in USA USA • by weasel2

Here I sit on Buttermilk Hill
Who can blame me, cryin' my fill
And ev'ry tear would turn a mill,
Sarah has gone for a soldier.

Me, oh my, I love her so,
Broke my heart to see her go,
Only her return will heal my woe,
Sarah has gone for a soldier.

I'll sell my rod, I'll sell my reel,
Likewise I'll sell my fishing creel,
And buy my girl a sword of steel,
Sarah has gone for a soldier.

I loved to listen to her talk,
And hold her hand when we would walk,
But now of her hair just a single locke,
Sarah has gone for a soldier.