William Sutherland, 1861
Our starry flag is at half mast,|
And the muffled drum beats low,
It tells a sad, sad story,
A story full of grief and woe--
Of the death of a soldier hero,
Cut down in the prime of life,
While fighting for our Country's union,
Amid the battle's strife.
2. Brave men are falling, every day;
3. Six balls had pierced his noble breast,
4. The gallant Colonel Baker's dead,|
And a nation mourns for him,
And another murder is added
Unto the traitors' sin;
At Leesburg, in Virginia,
After the close of day,
Brave Baker fell with a mortal wound,
While leading on the fray.
5. He seemed to forsee his doom
6. Yes, Baker's dead; his battles o'er,
7. How many brave men have been killed|
Since secession raised her head!
How many homes left desolate,
And how much blood's been shed!
We love our Union, 'tis true,
And suffer much to save our flag--
God grant our army victory!
May their courage never lag.
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