Battle of Vicksburg |
On Vicksburg's globes and bloody ground A wounded soldier lay, |: His thoughts were on his happy home, Some thousand miles away. :|
2. Oh comrades dear, come close to me,
3. An' when you meet my mother dear,
4. An' there's another so dear to me, | 5. An' when I'm dead take this here ring An' bear it to yon shore, |: Tell Molly 'tis the gift of one Who sleeps to wake no more. :|
6. An' here's a tress her own hand gave,
7. The blood fast trickled down his side,
8. Oh comrades dear, come close my eyes, |