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JUST BEFORE THE BATTLE, MOTHER. 313 |
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Chorus — How are you, Jeff. Davis ? Would you not like to be A long way out of Richmond and the
Confederacy ? For with " Porter " on the river, and
" Meade " upon the land, I guess you '11 find that these mixed drinks are more than you can stand. |
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JUST BEFORE THE BATTLE, MOTHER.
JUST before the battle, mother, 4 I am thinking most of you; While upon the field we 're watching,
With the enemy in view; Comrades brave are round me lying,
Fill'd 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; O, you '11 not forget me, mother, If I 'm numbered with the slain. |
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