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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 famish'd 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, |
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In thy grave unknown! |
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I'll find you and know you, |
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Among the good and true, |
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When a robe of white is giv'n for the faded coat of blue |
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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." |
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No more the bugle calls the weary one, |
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Rest, noble spirit, |
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In thy grave unknown! |
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I'll find you and know you, |
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Among the good and true, |
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When a robe of white is giv'n for the faded coat of blue |
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Long, long years have vanished, and though he comes no more, |
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Yet my heart will startling beat with each footfall at my door; |
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I gaze o'er the hill where he waved a last adieu, |
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But no gallant lad |
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I see, in his faded coat of blue. |
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No more the bugle calls the weary one, |
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Rest, noble spirit, |
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In thy grave unknown! |
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I'll find you and know you, |
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Among the good and true, |
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When a robe of white is giv'n for the faded coat of blue |
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No more the bugle calls the weary one, |
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Rest, noble spirit, |
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In thy grave unknown! |
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I'll find you and know you, |
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Among the good and true, |
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When a robe of white is giv'n for the faded coat of blue |
