The Good Old Songs We Used to Sing, ’61 to ’65 (PDF, MOBI, EPUB, FB2, TEXT)
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KEY OF A FLAT.
[Illustration: 18TH CORPS.]
Heavily falls the rain,
Wild are the breezes tonight;
But 'neath the roof the hours as they fly
Are happy, and calm, and bright.
Gathering round our firesides,
Tho' it be summer time,
We sit and talk of brothers abroad,
Forgetting the midnight chime.
CHORUS.
Brave boys are they!
Gone at their country's call;
And yet, and yet we cannot forget
That many brave boys must fall.
[Illustration: MINIE BALL.]
Under the homestead roof,
Nestled so cozy and warm,
While soldiers sleep with little or naught
To shelter them from the storm.
Resting on grassy couches,
Pillow'd on hillocks damp,
Of martial fare how little we know
Till brothers are in camp.--CHORUS.
Thinking no less of them,
Loving our country the more,
We sent them forth to fight for the flag
Their fathers bef
