The faded coat of blue       (Listen to midi)

 

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1. My brave lad sleeps in his faded coat of blue,

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    in a lonely grave unknown lies the heart that beat so true.

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    He sank, faint and hungry, among the famished brave,

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    and they laid him sad and lonely within his nameless grave.

 

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No more the bugle calls the weary one,

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rest, noble spirit, in thy grave unknown.

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I'll find you and know you among the good and true,

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when a robe of white is given for the faded coat of blue.

 

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2. He cried, "Give me water and just a little crumb,

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    and my mother, she will bless you for all the years to come.

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    Please tell me sweet sister, so gentle, good, and true,

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    that I'll meet her up in heaven in my faded coat of blue."

 

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3. Long, long years have passed, and though he comes no more,

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    yet my heart will starting beat with each footfall at my door.

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    I gaze o'er the hill where he waved his last adieu,

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    but no gallant lad I see in his faded coat of blue.

 

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