Amputated

Good bye, right arm! 'Tis hard to partWith one as true and tried;One that so long hath served my heart,And waited at my side:Thy work is done—thy pain is o'er;When tear drops dim mine eyeThy hand will dash them forth no more—Good bye, right arm—good bye!

Good bye, right arm! On battle fieldThy strength hath served me well,And thou hast been my bosom's shieldWhere blows like rain drops fell;But never more amid the strifeThou wilt be lifted high;Thy last blow saved this heart its life—Good bye, right arm—good bye!

Good bye, right arm! No more thou 'lt startEager to greet my friend;But this poor one that's near my heartNo colder clasp will lend;And should my country ever needA guard so maimed as I,It would be just as proud to bleed—Good bye, right arm—good bye!

Good bye, right arm! I should not grieve,For thou hast done thy part;Yet I can scarcely bear to leaveThee, senseless as thou art:My poor, scarred hand! I hold thee nearTo lips that trembling sigh,And gem thee once more with a tear—Good bye, right arm—good bye!