God bless our noble army!|
The hearts are strong and brave,
That have willingly come our standard
From treason's grasp to save,
But from the Western Prairie
To Atlantic's rocky shore,
The truest, noblest hearts of all
Are in the Old Sixth Corps.
Then, ere we part tonight, boys,
We'll sing one song the more.
With chorus swelling loud and clear
God bless the Old Sixth Corps!
2. In the thickest of the battle,
3. There's many a brave man lying,|
Where he nobly fought and fell,
There's many a mother sighing,
For the sons she loved so well.
And the Southern winds are breathing
A requiem where they lie,
O, the gallant followers of the cross
Are not afraid to die!
4. Our truest, bravest heart is gone,
5. Then on! Still onward will we press,
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