The man I see in front of me I remember when I was three
He made me laugh he made me cry he was there when my father died
When I was sad he made me glad and he took the role of my dad
He sang me songs he read me books the brother I see the enemy he took
We lift my muskets look down the sights squeeze the triggers and start the fight
I look at where my brother once stood I killed the enemy the way I that I should
He was my brother he was my friend in the afterlife my enemy I send
If I survive the war of 1861 it will only be me and my mum
My father John my brother Reece may you both rest in piece.