Selected Poetry.
Just before the battle, mother. [The following is the new American song, Which is gaining as much popularity in the other provinces as the celebrated “ Sherman’s March.”] Just before the battle, mother, I’m thinking most of you ; While upon the field we’re lying. With the enemy in view. Comrades brave around are lying. Filled with thoughts of home and God, For well they know that on the morrow, Some will sleep beneath the sod. cnoKus. 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 with honour I can come. Tell the traitors all around you, All their cruel works you know, — In every battle killed our soldiers, By the aid they gave the foe. Chorus —Farewell, &c. Hark ! I hear the bugle sounding, Tis the signal for the light; Now may God protect us, mother, As he always does the right: . Hear the battle cry of freedom How it floats along the air ; Yes, we’ll rally round our standard, Or we’ll nobly perish there. Chorus —Farewell, &c.
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Marlborough Express, Volume III, Issue 97, 18 January 1868, Page 6
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204Selected Poetry. Marlborough Express, Volume III, Issue 97, 18 January 1868, Page 6
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