[00:10.95]Just before the battle, mother,
[00:17.19]I am thinking most of you,
[00:22.29]While upon the field we're watching
[00:28.52]With the enemy in view.
[00:34.00]Comrades brave are 'round me lying,
[00:40.14]Filled with thoughts of home and God
[00:46.68]For well they know that on the morrow,
[00:53.50]Some will sleep beneath the sod.
[00:59.24]Farewell, mother, you may never
[01:04.73]Press me to your breast again,
[01:11.45]But, oh, you'll not forget me, mother,
[01:17.43]If I'm numbered with the slain.
[01:25.17]Hark! I hear the bugles sounding,
[01:31.41]'Tis the signal for the fight,
[01:36.78]Now, may God protect us, mother,
[01:42.68]As He ever does the right.
[01:47.81]Hear the "Battle-Cry of Freedom,"
[01:53.40]How it swells upon the air,
[01:59.17]Oh, yes, we'll rally 'round the standard,
[02:07.05]Or we'll perish nobly there.
[02:13.14]Farewell, mother, you may never
[02:18.98]Press me to your breast again,
[02:25.32]But, oh, you'll not forget me, mother,
[02:32.62]If I'm numbered with the slain.