| My brave lad sleeps in his faded coat of blue;
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| In a lonely grave unknown lies the heart that beat so true
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| He sank faint and hungry among the famishd brave
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| And they laid him sad and lonely within his nameless grave
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| No more the bugle calls the weary one,
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| Rest, noble spirit,
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| In thy grave unknown! |
| Ill find you and know you,
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| Among the good and true,
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| When a robe of white is givn for the faded coat of blue
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| He cried, «give me water and just a little crumb,
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| And my mother she will bless you thro all the years to come;
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| Oh! |
| tell my sweet sister, so gentle, good and true,
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| That Ill meet her up in heaven, in my faded coat of blue.»
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| No more the bugle calls the weary one,
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| Rest, noble spirit,
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| In thy grave unknown! |
| Ill find you and know you,
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| Among the good and true,
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| When a robe of white is givn for the faded coat of blue
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| Long, long years have vanished, and though he comes no more,
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| Yet my heart will startling beat with each footfall at my door;
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| I gaze oer the hill where he waved a last adieu,
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| But no gallant lad I see, in his faded coat of blue.
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| No more the bugle calls the weary one,
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| Rest, noble spirit,
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| In thy grave unknown! |
| Ill find you and know you,
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| Among the good and true,
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| When a robe of white is givn for the faded coat of blue
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| No more the bugle calls the weary one,
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| Rest, noble spirit,
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| In thy grave unknown! |
| Ill find you and know you,
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| Among the good and true,
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| When a robe of white is givn for the faded coat of blue |