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The marchin' band came down along Main Street |
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The soldier-blues fell in behind |
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I looked across and there I saw Billy |
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Waiting to go and join the line |
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And with her head upon his shoulder |
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His young and lovely fiancee |
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>From where I stood, I saw she was cryin' |
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And through her tears I heard her say |
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'Billy, don't be a hero, don't be a fool with your life' |
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'Billy, don't be a hero, come back and make me your wife' |
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And as he started to go she said 'Billy, keep your head lo-o-ow' |
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'Billy, don't be a hero, come back to me' |
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The soldier-blues were trapped on a hillside |
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The battle raging all around |
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The sergeant cried 'We've got to hang on, boys' |
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'We got to hold this piece a'ground' |
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'I need a volunteer to ride up' |
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'And bring us back some extra men' |
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And Billy's hand was up in a moment |
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Forgettin' all the words she said |
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She said |
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'Billy, don't be a hero, don't be a fool with your life' |
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'Billy, don't be a hero, come back and make me your wife' |
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And as he started to go she said 'Billy, keep your head lo-o-ow' |
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'Billy, don't be a hero, come back to me' |
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I heard his fiancee got a letter |
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That told how Billy died that day |
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The letter said that he was a hero |
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She should be proud he died that way |
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I heard she threw that letter away |
