The story of a young husband and father forced to go to war. |
That dark night, when death did come For men so brave, who heard the drum. Jason Hydes, whose wife did cry Was so afraid that he would die. She was begging for his life What a lovely and caring wife. She said, "Boy, don't you go For if you do you'll never show Back here to be back in my arms. I don't want to see you harmed." He said that he just had to go And he said, "Oh Jayne, I know. I wish that I could stay right here To stay with you and keep you near. But then I would be soft and weak For then what would we have to eat? Cheese and bread, or milk, or meat? We would not have our lives at all." So then she grabbed his arm and bawled. "I knew I should not have chosen you Soldiers coming back are few. A farmer, butcher, or teacher would Stay here and see me like he should. But I love you, Jason Hydes Althought you are a fool sometimes." He stood and stroked her long fair hair As he realized how she cared. Their parents had arranged their love They had no love first to speak of. But then their marriage was not so wild They then had friendship, and then a child. The smallest child in all of Boston Yet also surely the most beholden. He opened the door, for he knew he must They were marching out at dusk. And as he stood there in the rain His heart cried out in a fit of pain. His son ran, and jumped up high To hug his daddy one last time. He said that he loved him so That he did not want him to go. He said, "Son, you'll become a man And one day you will understand How much that I care for you This is something I must do. I love you, don't you dare forget Now go inside, lest you get wet. I promise I will see you soon." Although he knew he'd meet his doom. That night he left, and died a man So a man might stand up again. |