Just Before The Battle, Mother - Gettysburg
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 around 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 listed with the slain
Hear the battle cry of freedom
How it swells up in the air
Oh yes
We'll really round the standard
Or we'll perish nobly there
