作曲 : George F. Root
Heavily falls the rain
Wild are the breezes tonight
But 'neath the roof, the hours as they fly
Are happy and calm and bright
Gathering round our fireside
Tho' it be summer time
We sit and talk of brothers abroad
Forgetting the midnight chime
Brave boys are they
Gone at their country's call
And yet, and yet we cannot forget
That many brave boys must fall
Under the homestead roof
Nestled so cozy and warm
While soldiers sleep, with little or naught
To shelter them from the storm
Resting on grassy couches
Pillow'd on hillocks damp
Of martial fare, how little we know,
Till brothers are in the camp
Brave boys are they
Gone at their country's call
And yet, and yet we cannot forget
That many brave boys must fall
Thinking no less of them,
Loving our country the more
We sent them forth to fight for the flag
Their fathers before them bore
Though the great tear drops started
This was our parting trust
God bless you, boys! we'll welcome you home
When rebels are in the dust
Brave boys are they
Gone at their country's call
And yet, and yet we cannot forget
That many brave boys must fall
May the bright wings of love
Guard them wherever they roam
The time has come when brothers must fight
And sisters must pray at home
Oh! The dread field of battle
Soon to be strewn with graves
If brothers fall, then bury them where
Our banner in triumph waves
Brave boys are they
Gone at their country's call
And yet, and yet we cannot forget
That many brave boys must fall