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As the sun was setting in the west and filled with lingering rays,
Beneath the shadow of a branch a dying soldier lay;
Beneath the shades of April in a sunny southern sky,
Away from his old Newfie home they laid him down to die.
The troops had gathered 'round him, his comrades in the fight,
The tears rolled down his manly cheeks as he bid his friends goodnight;
One of his loving comrades that knelt there by his side,
Tried to stop his life blood flowing, but all in vain he tried.
So now, my loving comrades, there's something I will say,
A story I will tell you ere my spirit passes 'way;
Away in my old Newfie home beneath the pine tree's shade,
There's one who waits, my colleen, with a gentle heart she stays.
She's a dear young girl, my sister, my darling and my pride,
She was to me as a mother, there was no one else beside;
She was to me as a mother, and I had no father's care,
I tried in grief and anguish her gentle heart to cheer.
When our country was in danger and called for volunteers,
She threw her arms around my neck and then burst into tears;
Saying, oh my loving brother, drive those traitors from our shore,
My heart it needs your presence but your country needs you more.
All his comrades spoke in answer but one voice seemed to fall,
We'll be to her as brothers, we'll protect her one and all;
With a knapsack for a pillow and his medals on his breast,
Away from his old Newfie home he laid him down to rest.
Away from his old Newfie home he laid him down to rest.
