Come all you loyal Unionists, wherever you may be, I hope you’ll pay attention and listen unto me; for well you know the grief and woe, the misery, and the toil it took to down Secession's rags on Virginia’s bloody soil.
When our good old flag, stars and stripes, from Sumter’s walls was hurled, and high o’erhead on the forwardest walls the rebels flags unfurled, it aroused each loyal Unionist and caused his blood to boil for to see that flag—Secession’s rag—float o’er Virginia’s soil.
And thousands left their native homes, some never to return, and many’s the wife and family dear were left behind to mourn. there was one who went among them who from danger would ne’er recoil; now his bones lie bleaching on the fields of Virginia’s bloody soil.
When on the field of battle, he never was afraid. when cannons loud would rattle, he stood there undismayed. when bullets rained around him, he stood there with a smile, saying, “we’ll conquer, boys, or leave our bones on Virginia’s bloody soil.”
In the first great fight of the Wilderness, where many’s the brave man fell, our captain led his comrades on through rebel shot and shell; the wounded ’round they strewed the ground; the dead lay heaped in piles the comrades weltered in their blood in Virginia’s bloody soil.
The rebels fought like fury, or tigers drove to bay. they knew full well, if the truth they’d tell, they wouldn't t'win the day. it was hand to hand they fought ’em the struggle was fierce and wild, till a bullet pierced our captain’s brain, on Virginia’s bloody soil.
And now our hero’s sleeping with thousands of the brave...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
