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Just before the battle, mother, |
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I am thinking most of you, |
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While upon the field we're watching |
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With the enemy in view. |
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Comrades brave are 'round me lying, |
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Filled with thoughts of home and God |
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For well they know that on the morrow, |
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Some will sleep beneath the sod. |
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Farewell, mother, you may never |
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Press me to your breast again, |
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But, oh, you'll not forget me, mother, |
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If I'm numbered with the slain. |
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Hark! I hear the bugles sounding, |
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'Tis the signal for the fight, |
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Now, may God protect us, mother, |
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As He ever does the right. |
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Hear the "Battle-Cry of Freedom," |
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How it swells upon the air, |
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Oh, yes, we'll rally 'round the standard, |
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Or we'll perish nobly there. |
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Farewell, mother, you may never |
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Press me to your breast again, |
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But, oh, you'll not forget me, mother, |
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If I'm numbered with the slain. |