My brave lad he sleeps in his faded coat of blue;
 In a lonely grave unknown lies the heart that beat so true
 He sank faint and hungry among the famish'd brave
 And they laid him sad and lonely within his nameless grave
 No more the bugle calls the weary one,
 Rest, noble spirit,
 In thy grave unknown! I'll find you and know you,
 Among the good and true,
 When a robe of white is giv'n for a faded coat of blue
 He cried, "give me water and just a little crumb,
 And my mother she will bless you thro' all the years to come;
 Oh! tell my sweet sister, so gentle, good and true,
 That I'll meet her up in heaven, in my faded coat of blue."
 No more the bugle calls the weary one,
 Rest, noble spirit,
 In thy grave unknown! I'll find you and know you,
 Among the good and true,
 When a robe of white is giv'n for the faded coat of blue
 No sweet voice was there breathing soft the mother's pray
 But there is one who takes the grave and the true intender care
 No stone marks the sod oh my lad so brave and true
 In his lonely grave he sleeps in his faded coat of blue
 No more the bugle calls the weary one,
 Rest, noble spirit,
 In thy grave unknown! I'll find you and know you,
 Among the good and true,
 When a robe of white is giv'n for the faded coat of blue
 No more the bugle calls the weary one...........