Nobly you fought beneath our flag, Our nation, dear to save! CHORUS Rest, comrades, rest! You fought, and bled, and died;— But our hearts through life will yearn Rest, comrades, rest! CHORUS Some fell by the way while a marching, Rest, comrades, rest! CHORUS No more you'll hear the cannon's roar, Nor join in a wild retreat. CHORUS 146 DECORATION DAY. Rest, comrades, rest! We know that our comrades are happy; They were faithful to country and God, But their names and their deeds will grow brighter, Of our comrades under the sod. Rest, comrades, rest! CHORUS They rest, but that curse it is ended, They rest, but that glorious emblem Rest, comrades, rest! CHORUS What you died to preserve we enjoy, Though no marble may mark out the spot, Yet the place where you fell for our country, By the nation will ne'er be forgot. CHORUS Oh! the Dead Were Ghere! WAY in the far sunny southland, CHORUS-What bound them in those pens so vile, The loyal sons of America,— They who were true as Washington? 'Twas accursed slavery! There were kind and loving fathers, A breaking in despair; ired and noble forms of youth ere daily dying there. CHORUS e all around beneath our flag, as grain and viands rare, within those rugged walls e brave were starving there! CHORUS opes were crushed within their breast; vas banishment and care, ear the dying beg for bread, d know the dead were there! CHORUS de 'twas mirth and the wine cup; ithin, a current of despair! he hardened sons of earth red not for the dead in there. CHORUS |