Mom, where is that sweet milk?
Song
1. Where is my mother's sweet milk,
That raised her to be a soldier?
She would have rather given it to her sweet daughter,
Because in the fall she won't be taken to be a soldier.
2. I was a bud when I was born,
I was a rose when I became a soldier.
I opened my baby's window,
I'm withering away in the artillery barracks.
That raised her to be a soldier?
She would have rather given it to her sweet daughter,
Because in the fall she won't be taken to be a soldier.
2. I was a bud when I was born,
I was a rose when I became a soldier.
I opened my baby's window,
I'm withering away in the artillery barracks.