(Music Published ByRoot &Cady, Chicago.)
In the prison cell I sit,
Thinking mother dear, of you,
And our bright and happy home, so far away;
And the tears, they fill my eyes
Spite of all that I can do,
Tho’ I try to cheer my comrades, and be gay.
In the battle front we stood,
When their fiercest charge they made,
And they swept us off a hundred men or more,
But before we reached their lines,
They were beaten back dismayed,
And we heard the cry of vic’try o’er and o’er.
So within the prison cell,
We are waiting for the day
That shall come to open wide the iron door;
And the hollow eye grows bright,
And the poor heart almost gay,
As we think of seeing home and friends once more.