| Come all you loyal unionists, wherever you may be
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| I hope you’ll pay attention and listen unto me
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| For well you know the blood and woe, the misery, the toil
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| It took to down secession on Virginia’s bloody soil
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| When our good flag, the Stars and Stripes, from Sumter’s walls was hurled
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| And high overhead on the forwardest walls the Rebel’s flag unfurled
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| It aroused each loyal Northern man and caused his blood to boil
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| For to see that flag, Secession’s rag, float o’er Virginia’s soil
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| Then from the hills and mountain tops there came that wild alarm
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| Rise up ye gallant sons of North
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| Our country calls to arms
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| Come from the plains o’er hill and dale, ye hardy sons of toil
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| For our flag is trampled in the dust on Virginia’s bloody soil
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| And thousands left their native homes, some never to return
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| And many’s the wife and family dear were left behind to mourn
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| There was one who went among them who from danger would ne’er recoil
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| His bones lie bleaching on the fields of Virginia’s bloody soil
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| When on the field of battle, he never was afraid
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| When cannons loud would rattle, he stood there
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| Undismayed
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| When bullets rained around him, he stood there with a
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| Smile
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| Saying, «We'll conquer, boys, or leave our bones on
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| Virginia’s bloody soil»
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| In the great fight of the Wilderness, where many’s the
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| Brave man fell
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| He boldly led his comrades on through Rebel shot and
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| Shell
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| The wounded 'round they strewed the ground; |
| the dead
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| Lay heaped in piled
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| The comrades weltered in their blood on Virginia’s
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| Bloody soil
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| The Rebels fought like fury, or tigers drove to bay
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| They knew full well, if the truth they’d tell, they could not win the day
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| It was hand to hand they fought 'em. |
| The struggle was fierce and wild
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| Till a bullet pierced our captain’s brain, on Virginia’s bloody soil
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| But above that din of battle, what was that dreadful
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| Cry?
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| The woods are all afire, where our dead and wounded lie
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| The sight to behold next morning would make the stoutest heart recoil
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| To see the charred remains of thousands on Virginia’s bloody soil
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| And now our hero’s sleeping with thousands of the brave
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| No marble slab does mark the place that shows where he was laid
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| He died to save our Union
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| He’s free of care and toil
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| Thank God
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| The Stars and Stripes still wave above Virginia’s soil |