The Volunteer-'98
He stood at the curb reflecting,
As the boys were marching by,
He heard the drums, then saw the flag,
And a gleam was in his eye.
He loved that starry banner,
He had no wish for gain,
A grievous thought upon his mind
Was the sinking of the Maine.
Then he kissed his gentle mother,
As he wiped away her tears,
And proudly joined the ranks
Of the marching volunteers.
He was eager for the conflict,
Prepared for any fate,
‘Twas the universal spirit
With the boys of Ninety-Eight.
Marker is at the intersection of General Mitchell Boulevard and Hines Boulevard, on the right when traveling south on General Mitchell Boulevard.
Courtesy hmdb.org
