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Now the fog and smoke is lifting from the fallen row on row |
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In 1861 they prayed for god to keep their souls |
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Jimmy left home in April, that was one year to the day |
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Writes his mother back home in Brighton, but he ain't got much to say |
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He's forgotten what his town looks like, the smell of death is all around |
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He dreams of the blue Atlantic to once again be homeward bound |
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Homeward bound |
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Though the road was long and winding many snares lay in their path |
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But their struggle they saw as righteous they fought with might and struck with wrath |
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Now the battle hymns are playing, report of shots not far away |
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No prayer, no promise, no hand of god could save their souls that April day |
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Tell their wives that they fought bravely as they lay them in their graves |
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As the train pulled in the station and the families gathered 'round |
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You could hear the first car echo with a loud triumphant sound |
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But the last car it was silent, they listened close but they couldn't hear |
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It was laden down with coffins, that didn't speak and couldn't cheer |
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No prayer, no promise, no hand of god could save the souls of the blue and gray |
