J.H. McNaughton, 1865
My brave lad sleeps in his faded coat of blue.|
In a lonely grave unknown lies the heart that beat so true.
He sank faint and hungry among the famished brave,
And they laid him sad and lonely within his nameless grave.
No more the bugle calls the weary one.
Rest, noble spirit, in thy grave unknown.
I'll find you and know you among the good and true
When a robe of white is given for the faded coat of blue.
2. He cried, "Give me water and just a little crumb,
3. Long, long years have passed, and though he comes no more,
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