Death of Colonel Baker |
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. |