Ten million soldiers to the war have gone,
Who may never return again.
Ten million mothers' hearts must break
For the ones who died in vain.
Head bowed in sorrow In her lonely years,
I heard a mother murmur thro' her tears:
"I didn't raise my boy to be a soldier,
I brought him up to be my pride and joy,
Who dares to place a musket on his soldier,
To shoot some other mother's boy? Let
What victory can cheer a mother's heart,
When she looks at her blighted home?
What victory can bring her back
All she cared to call her own.
Let each mother answer In the years to be,
Remember that my boy belongs to me!
Piantadosi, Al, "I Didn't Raise My Boy to be a Soldier" (1915). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 677.
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