Just After the Battle
H.DE.MARSAN, DEALER IN SONGS,JOY BOOKS & C,NO 54 CHATHAM, NY.
Just after The Battle.
Still upon the field of battle
I am lying, Mother dear,
With my wounded comrades, waiting
For the morning to appear.
Many sleep to waken never
In this world of strife and death;
And many more are faintly calling,
With their feeble, dying breath.
Oh! the first great charge was fearful!..
And a thousand brave men fell..
Still, amid the dreadful carnage,
I was safe from soot and shell;
So, amid the fatal shower,
I had nearly passed the day,
When, here, the dreaded Minnie struck me,
And I sunk amid the fray!.
Oh! the glorious cheer of triumph,
When the foemen turned and fled,
Leaving us the field of battle,
Strewn with dying and with dead!..
Oh! the torture and the anguish
That I could not follow on..
But, here amid my fallen comrades,
I must wait till morning’s dawn.