15-songs
Comrades brave around me lying,
Filled with thoughts of home and God;
For well they know upon 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.
Filled with thoughts of home and God;
For well they know upon 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.
