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? Saved us from that awful doom! Who are crying no more pension's? Who are crying no more pensions? are crying no more pensions? are crying no more pensions? 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. |