The brave, the good, the true,
In tangled wood, in
mountain glen,
On battle plain, in prison pen,
Lie
dead for me and you!
Four hundred thousand of the brave
Have made our ransomed soil their grave,
For me and you!
Good friend, for me and you!
In many a fevered swamp,
By many a black bayou,
In many a cold and frozen camp,
The weary sentinel ceased his tramp,
And died for me and
you!
From Western plain to ocean tide
Are stretched
the graves of those who died
For me and you!
Good
friend, for me and you!
On many a bloody plain
Their ready swords they drew,
And poured their
life-blood, like the rain,
A home, a heritage to gain,
To gain for me and you!
Our brothers mustered by our
side,
They marched, and fought, and bravely died,
For
me and you!
Good friend, for me and you!
Up many a
fortress wall
They charged,�those boys in blue,�
Mid
surging smoke and volleyed ball,
The bravest were the
first to fall!
To fall for me and you!
Those noble
men,�the Nation's pride,�
Four hundred thousand men have
died,
For me and you! 35
Good friend, for me and you!
In treason's prison-hold
Their martyr spirits grew
To stature like the saints of old,
While, amid agonies
untold,
They starved for me and you!
The good, the
patient, and the tried,
Four hundred thousand men have
died,
For me and you!
Good friend, for me and you!
A debt we ne'er can pay
To them is justly due,
And
to the Nation's latest day
Our children's children still
shall say,
"They died for me and you!"
Four hundred
thousand of the brave
Made this our ransomed soil their
grave,
For me and you!
Good friend, for me and you! |
