Up to the hill in which I see
The shiny barrels of musketry
And a waving flag, high as a tree
Along with a platoon of cavalry
To the front our men begin to press
Up to the creek, and that hilly crest
Being shot in the leg and breast
I see a hole and blood on my vest
Laying down and crying too
I close my eyes and I see you
I hear a silence, too good to be true
You whisper me a request for me to do
And my eyes open, tho covered in tears
I forgot all my troubles, forgot all my fears
Getting up, I look for my peers
I see they are routed-the enemy cheers
Rejoining my lads with utmost devotion
I hear a crackle, pop, and explosion
I fall to my knees due to the erosion
Of my body by blood in the midst of confusion
I try for the hill which is now under our control
The battle flag waves upon a tall lengthy pole
I feel bitter now, bitter and cold
My sweetheart in mind, and this she told:
Come to me, be in my arms
I miss all your comforts,
I miss all your charms
This war is terrible, gosh o' darn
Please leave it, away from that harm
A failed obligation or some thought of it,
They tossed my corpse into a dugout pit
And with many of my comrades I now sit
Going home to the last light lit.
done by christine
