Hood's Old Brigade Lyrics
| Song | Hood's Old Brigade |
| Artist | Bobby Horton |
| Album | Homespun Songs of the C. S. A., Volume 5 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:19.170] | Twas midnight when we built our fires |
| [00:22.240] | We marched at half past three |
| [00:24.300] | We know not when our march shall end |
| [00:26.490] | Nor care–we follow Lee. |
| [00:28.510] | The starlight gleams on many a crest |
| [00:30.619] | And many a well-trod blade |
| [00:32.520] | This handful marching on our left |
| [00:34.920] | This lin’ is our brigade. |
| [00:37.479] | Our lin’ is short because its veins |
| [00:40.200] | So lavishly have bled |
| [00:42.300] | The missing search the countless planes |
| [00:44.440] | For battles it has led |
| [00:46.420] | There are those Georgians on the right |
| [00:48.599] | Their ranks are thinin’ too |
| [00:50.499] | How in one company they say |
| [00:52.884] | They now can count but two |
| [01:04.430] | There’s not much talkin’ down the lines |
| [01:06.729] Nor shoutin’ down the gloam [twilight] | |
| [01:08.489] | For when the night is ’round us |
| [01:10.891] | Then we’re thinkin’ most of home |
| [01:13.979] | I saw a young soldier startled |
| [01:16.020] | When we passed an open glade |
| [01:18.110] | Where the low starlight, leaf, and bough |
| [01:20.449] | A fairy picture made |
| [01:22.209] | Nor has he uttered a word since then |
| [01:24.440] | My heart can whisper why |
| [01:26.420] | ‘Twas like the spot in Texas |
| [01:28.590] | Where he bade his love goodbye |
| [01:31.790] | And when beyond us carelessly |
| [01:34.150] | Some soldier sang “Adieu” |
| [01:36.150] | My comrade here across his eyes |
| [01:38.325] | His coarse sleeve roughly drew |
| [01:40.320] | So scarcely sound of trampling feet |
| [01:42.520] | Is echoed through the gloom |
| [01:44.200] | Because when stars are brightest then |
| [01:46.680] | We’re thinkin’ most of home |
| [02:06.800] | Hush, what an echo startles up |
| [02:09.540] | Around this rocky hill |
| [02:11.698] | Was a shell half buried struck my foot? |
| [02:13.830] | Or stay–’tis a human skull? |
| [02:15.940] | This ridge I surely seem to know |
| [02:17.940] | By light of the rising moon |
| [02:19.760] | While we battled here three mortal hours |
| [02:22.129] | One Sunday afternoon |
| [02:25.090] | Last spring, you see where our captain stands |
| [02:27.480] | His head drooped on his breast |
| [02:29.360] | At his feet that heap of bones and earth |
| [02:31.610] | You know know why his rest |
| [02:33.660] | Is broke off, and why his sword |
| [02:35.700] | was so bitter in the fray |
| [02:37.590] | ‘Tis the grave of his only brother |
| [02:39.800] | Who was killed that awful day |
| [03:00.709] | Hush, for in front I hear a shot |
| [03:02.830] | And then a well-known cry |
| [03:05.010] | It is the foe! See where the flames |
| [03:07.230] | Mount upward to the sky |
| [03:09.139] | It is the full hot breath we hear |
| [03:11.360] | We wait the comin’ sun |
| [03:13.099] | And ‘ere these stars may shine again |
| [03:15.500] | A field is lost or won |
| [03:18.490] | Is won! It is the old brigade |
| [03:20.549] | This line of stalwart men |
| [03:22.690] | The long roll, how it thrills my heart |
| [03:24.900] | To hear that sound again |
| [03:26.827] | God shield us boys! Here breaks the day |
| [03:29.089] | The stars begin to fade |
| [03:30.850] | Now steady here! Fall in! Fall in! |
| [03:33.150] | Forward the old brigade! |
| [00:19.170] | Twas midnight when we built our fires |
| [00:22.240] | We marched at half past three |
| [00:24.300] | We know not when our march shall end |
| [00:26.490] | Nor care we follow Lee. |
| [00:28.510] | The starlight gleams on many a crest |
| [00:30.619] | And many a welltrod blade |
| [00:32.520] | This handful marching on our left |
| [00:34.920] | This lin' is our brigade. |
| [00:37.479] | Our lin' is short because its veins |
| [00:40.200] | So lavishly have bled |
| [00:42.300] | The missing search the countless planes |
| [00:44.440] | For battles it has led |
| [00:46.420] | There are those Georgians on the right |
| [00:48.599] | Their ranks are thinin' too |
| [00:50.499] | How in one company they say |
| [00:52.884] | They now can count but two |
| [01:04.430] | There' s not much talkin' down the lines |
| [01:06.729] Nor shoutin’ down the gloam [twilight] | |
| [01:08.489] | For when the night is ' round us |
| [01:10.891] | Then we' re thinkin' most of home |
| [01:13.979] | I saw a young soldier startled |
| [01:16.020] | When we passed an open glade |
| [01:18.110] | Where the low starlight, leaf, and bough |
| [01:20.449] | A fairy picture made |
| [01:22.209] | Nor has he uttered a word since then |
| [01:24.440] | My heart can whisper why |
| [01:26.420] | ' Twas like the spot in Texas |
| [01:28.590] | Where he bade his love goodbye |
| [01:31.790] | And when beyond us carelessly |
| [01:34.150] | Some soldier sang " Adieu" |
| [01:36.150] | My comrade here across his eyes |
| [01:38.325] | His coarse sleeve roughly drew |
| [01:40.320] | So scarcely sound of trampling feet |
| [01:42.520] | Is echoed through the gloom |
| [01:44.200] | Because when stars are brightest then |
| [01:46.680] | We' re thinkin' most of home |
| [02:06.800] | Hush, what an echo startles up |
| [02:09.540] | Around this rocky hill |
| [02:11.698] | Was a shell half buried struck my foot? |
| [02:13.830] | Or stay' tis a human skull? |
| [02:15.940] | This ridge I surely seem to know |
| [02:17.940] | By light of the rising moon |
| [02:19.760] | While we battled here three mortal hours |
| [02:22.129] | One Sunday afternoon |
| [02:25.090] | Last spring, you see where our captain stands |
| [02:27.480] | His head drooped on his breast |
| [02:29.360] | At his feet that heap of bones and earth |
| [02:31.610] | You know know why his rest |
| [02:33.660] | Is broke off, and why his sword |
| [02:35.700] | was so bitter in the fray |
| [02:37.590] | ' Tis the grave of his only brother |
| [02:39.800] | Who was killed that awful day |
| [03:00.709] | Hush, for in front I hear a shot |
| [03:02.830] | And then a wellknown cry |
| [03:05.010] | It is the foe! See where the flames |
| [03:07.230] | Mount upward to the sky |
| [03:09.139] | It is the full hot breath we hear |
| [03:11.360] | We wait the comin' sun |
| [03:13.099] | And ' ere these stars may shine again |
| [03:15.500] | A field is lost or won |
| [03:18.490] | Is won! It is the old brigade |
| [03:20.549] | This line of stalwart men |
| [03:22.690] | The long roll, how it thrills my heart |
| [03:24.900] | To hear that sound again |
| [03:26.827] | God shield us boys! Here breaks the day |
| [03:29.089] | The stars begin to fade |
| [03:30.850] | Now steady here! Fall in! Fall in! |
| [03:33.150] | Forward the old brigade! |
| [00:19.170] | Twas midnight when we built our fires |
| [00:22.240] | We marched at half past three |
| [00:24.300] | We know not when our march shall end |
| [00:26.490] | Nor care we follow Lee. |
| [00:28.510] | The starlight gleams on many a crest |
| [00:30.619] | And many a welltrod blade |
| [00:32.520] | This handful marching on our left |
| [00:34.920] | This lin' is our brigade. |
| [00:37.479] | Our lin' is short because its veins |
| [00:40.200] | So lavishly have bled |
| [00:42.300] | The missing search the countless planes |
| [00:44.440] | For battles it has led |
| [00:46.420] | There are those Georgians on the right |
| [00:48.599] | Their ranks are thinin' too |
| [00:50.499] | How in one company they say |
| [00:52.884] | They now can count but two |
| [01:04.430] | There' s not much talkin' down the lines |
| [01:06.729] Nor shoutin’ down the gloam [twilight] | |
| [01:08.489] | For when the night is ' round us |
| [01:10.891] | Then we' re thinkin' most of home |
| [01:13.979] | I saw a young soldier startled |
| [01:16.020] | When we passed an open glade |
| [01:18.110] | Where the low starlight, leaf, and bough |
| [01:20.449] | A fairy picture made |
| [01:22.209] | Nor has he uttered a word since then |
| [01:24.440] | My heart can whisper why |
| [01:26.420] | ' Twas like the spot in Texas |
| [01:28.590] | Where he bade his love goodbye |
| [01:31.790] | And when beyond us carelessly |
| [01:34.150] | Some soldier sang " Adieu" |
| [01:36.150] | My comrade here across his eyes |
| [01:38.325] | His coarse sleeve roughly drew |
| [01:40.320] | So scarcely sound of trampling feet |
| [01:42.520] | Is echoed through the gloom |
| [01:44.200] | Because when stars are brightest then |
| [01:46.680] | We' re thinkin' most of home |
| [02:06.800] | Hush, what an echo startles up |
| [02:09.540] | Around this rocky hill |
| [02:11.698] | Was a shell half buried struck my foot? |
| [02:13.830] | Or stay' tis a human skull? |
| [02:15.940] | This ridge I surely seem to know |
| [02:17.940] | By light of the rising moon |
| [02:19.760] | While we battled here three mortal hours |
| [02:22.129] | One Sunday afternoon |
| [02:25.090] | Last spring, you see where our captain stands |
| [02:27.480] | His head drooped on his breast |
| [02:29.360] | At his feet that heap of bones and earth |
| [02:31.610] | You know know why his rest |
| [02:33.660] | Is broke off, and why his sword |
| [02:35.700] | was so bitter in the fray |
| [02:37.590] | ' Tis the grave of his only brother |
| [02:39.800] | Who was killed that awful day |
| [03:00.709] | Hush, for in front I hear a shot |
| [03:02.830] | And then a wellknown cry |
| [03:05.010] | It is the foe! See where the flames |
| [03:07.230] | Mount upward to the sky |
| [03:09.139] | It is the full hot breath we hear |
| [03:11.360] | We wait the comin' sun |
| [03:13.099] | And ' ere these stars may shine again |
| [03:15.500] | A field is lost or won |
| [03:18.490] | Is won! It is the old brigade |
| [03:20.549] | This line of stalwart men |
| [03:22.690] | The long roll, how it thrills my heart |
| [03:24.900] | To hear that sound again |
| [03:26.827] | God shield us boys! Here breaks the day |
| [03:29.089] | The stars begin to fade |
| [03:30.850] | Now steady here! Fall in! Fall in! |
| [03:33.150] | Forward the old brigade! |
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