Charlie boy, don't go to war, first born in forty four Kennedy made him believe we could do much more Oh Lillian, don't hang your head, love should make you feel good In uniform you raised a man, who volunteered to stand Oh Play the bugle, play the taps Make your mothers proud Raise your rifles to the sky boys Fire that volley loud News was bad on Upland Ave., Metuchen mourn our loss Sons rebelled, while fathers yelled, And mothers clutched the cross Oh Play the bugle, play the taps and Make your mothers proud Raise your rifles to the sky boys Fire that volley loud