The Banner of the Free

Published by Cha. Magnus 12 Frankfort St. N.Y.

The Banner of the Free.

He lay upon the battle field,
Near the Chickomony’s tide,
His life blood flowing on the ground,
From a deep wound in his side;
He cried, comrades, I’m getting cold.
My eyes can scarcely see,
Before I die let me behold,
The Banner of the Free.
My eyes can scarcely see,
Before I die let me behold,
The Banner of the Free.

His comrades gathered round him,
And tears from their eyes fell,
As they gazed upon the ghastly face,
Of him they loved so well:
He cried, oh comrades do not weep,
Why shed those tears for me,
I can like a soldier die,
‘Neath the Banner of the Free.
Why shed those tears for me,
I can like a soldier die,
‘Neath the Banner of the Free.

They raised him from the ground,
To see his flag once more;
In triumph waving o’er the field,
Now covered with human gore,
But see, he starts, his eyes grow bright,
He sees the foemen flee,
Before the steel of freemen bold,
With the Banner of the Feee.
He sees the foemen flee,
Before the steel of freemen bold,
With the Banner of the Feee.

A smile o’er spread his palid face,
He feebly gasped for breath,
And fell back in his comrades arms,
In the embrace of death;
They buried him on the bloody field,
‘Neath a drooping willow tree,
And planted o’er his resting place,
The Banner of the Free.
‘Neath a drooping willow tree,
And planted o’er his resting place,
The Banner of the Free.

500 Illustrated Ballads, lithographed and printed by CHARLES MAGNUS, No. 12 Frankfort Street, New York.

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