Just before the battle mother       (Listen to midi)

 

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1. Just before the battle, Mother, I am thinking most of you,

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    while upon the field we're watching, with the enemy in view.

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    Comrades brave are 'round me lying,

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   filled with thoughts of home and God,

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    for well they know that on the morrow,

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    some will sleep beneath the sod.

 

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Farewell, Mother, you may never press me to your breast again,

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but, oh, you'll not forget me, Mother, if I'm numbered with the slain.

 

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2. Oh, I long to see you, Mother, and the loving ones at home,

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   but I'll never leave our banner till in honor I can come.

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   Tell the traitors all around you that their cruel words we know,

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in every battle kill our soldiers by the help they give the foe. + CHORUS

 

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3. Hark! I hear the bugles sounding, 'tis the signal for the fight,

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    now, may God protect us, Mother, as He ever does the right.

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   Hear "The Battle Cry of Freedom," how it swells upon the air,

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    oh, yes, we'll rally 'round the standard, or we'll nobly perish there.

 

+ CHORUS + G - C - D - G (2x)

 

(capo 3rd)    (George F. Root, 1820 - 1895)