Decoration Day.

vas for our nation, yes indeed,

That those we mourn were called to

bleed;

Twas for our nation, that the brave,

Were called to fill a soldier's grave.

That our nation then nor never,

We to traitorous sons would

yield!

We see them now, as we saw them then; They marched with us, fought side by

side,

While we were spared to tell the tale;

Their blood it flowed a crimson tide.

CHORUS

We marched with them o'er mountain tops, And hillside slopes so long,

And heard them sing, while tramping through Some patriotic song.

And through the din of battle,

We saw the stretcher there

To bear away our comrades,

CHORUS

Whose groanings filled the air.

CHORUS

Through tangled swamps, and swollen

streams,

Our fallen comrades trod;

Till by the ruthless hand of war,

They sleep beneath the sod.

, now, dear comrades, ere we part, 'e'll pledge ourselves, that we

meet each year and homage pay,

O those who fill our national cemet'ry.

CHORUS

Ho are crying no more pension's?
'Tis not the true and loyal ones;-
'Tis not the blood that drenched our
country-

Saved us from that awful doom!

Who are crying no more pension's?
'Tis not the sons beneath the clay,
They who saved our country for us,
Preserved what we enjoy to-day.

Who are crying no more pensions?
'Tis not the mothers through our land,
Who are mourning for their loved ones,
Lying in the southern sand.

are crying no more pensions?
s not the boys who can't be seen,
rotted in some southern prison
th scurvy and the foul gangreen.

are crying no more pensions?
s not those whom Winder slew,
hose who fell by a rebel battery,
sked to catch the boys in blue.

is crying no more pensions? int wooden legs and patent arms; which you can touch and handle,

t ne'er can see earth's glorious charms.