Just Before the Battle, Mother

(George F. Root)



Just before the battle, mother,

I am thinking most of you,

While upon the field we're watching

With the enemy in view.

Comrades brave are 'round me lying,

Filled with thoughts of home and God

For well they know that on the morrow,

Some will sleep beneath the sod.



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Farewell, mother, you may never

Press me to your breast again;

But, Oh, you'll not forget me, mother;

If I'm numbered with the slain.



Oh, I long to see you, mother,

And the loving ones at home.

But I'll never leave the banner

Till in honor I can come.

Tell the traitors all around you,

That the cruel words we know,

In every battle kill our soldiers

By the help they give the foe.



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Hark! I hear the bugles sounding,

'Tis the signal for the fight.

Now may God protect us, mother,

As He ever does the right.

Hear "The Battle Cry of Freedom,"

How it swells upon the air,

Oh yes, we'll rally 'round the standard

Or we'll perish nobly there.



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@soldier @war @mother

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