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  • Just before the battle, mother, I'm thinking most of you
  • While upon the field 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. CHORUS
  • 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! Oh! I long to see you, mother, And the loving ones at home; But I'll never leave our banner Till in honor I can come. Tell the traitors all around you, That their cruel words we know In ev'ry battle kill our soldiers By the help they give the foe. CHORUS. Hark! I hear the bugles sounding
  • 'Tis the signal for the fight; Now, may God protect us, mother, As He ever does the right. Hear the "Battle-cry of Freedom," How it swells upon the air! Oh! yes, we'll rally round the standard, Or we'll perish nobly there! CHORUS.