Just before the battle, Mother,
I am thinking most of you
While upon the fields we're watching,
With the enemy in view
Comrades, brave, are round me lying
Filled with thoughts of home and God
For well they know that on the morrow
Some will sleep beneath the sod
Farewell, Mother, you may never
Press me to your heart again
But, oh, you'll not forget me, Mother
If I'm numbered with the slain
Hark, I hear the bugels sounding
'Tis the signal for the fight
Now may God protect us, Mother
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