Good-bye, Mama Farewell, Mama The bugle has sounded The guns are polished Backpacks are on our shoulders The troops are ready to depart Please don’t shed tears in quiet There is nothing to worry about Upon my return from triumphant battle I will be home to see my dear Mama Upon my return from triumphant battle I will be home to see my happy Mama Oh, I will wipe those tears off my Mama
Good-bye, Mama Farewell, Mama Look at the field of budding camellia How could we let animals tear them apart If I have the honor to die in the battlefield Come and see those bright camellia If I have the honor to die in the battlefield You will be accompanied by those camellia Oh, those camellia will accompany my Mama
The bugle has sounded The guns are polished up Backpacks are on our shoulders The troops are ready to depart Good-bye, Mama Farewell, Mama Farewell, Mama, Mama _____________
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