Just Before the Battle, Mother
A. W. AUNER, Song Publisher, N. E. Cor, 11th, & Market, Philada.
Just Before The Battle, Mother.
Just before the battle, mother,
I’m thinking most of you;
While upon the field we’re watching,
With the enemy in view;
Comrades brave are round me lying,
Filled with thoughts of home and God;
For well they know that on the morrow,
Some will sleep beneath the sod.
Oh I long to see you, mother,
And the loving ones at home;
But I’ll never leave our banner,
’Till in honor I can come;
Tell the traitors all around you,
That their cruel words we know,
In ev’ry battle kill our soldiers,
By the help they give the foe.
Hark! I hear the bugles sounding,
’Tis the signal for fight;
Now may God protect us mother,
As He ever does the right;
Hear the “Battle-cry of Freedom,”
How it swells upon the air;
Oh yes we’ll rally round our standard,
Or we’ll perish nobly there,
A. W. AUNER’S Printing Office, Eleventh & Market, . Philada Pa