Just After the Battle, Mother
Published by Chas. Magnus 12 Frankfort St. N.Y
Just after the Battle, Mother.
Still upon the field of battle
I am lying Mother dear,
With my wounded comrades waiting,
For the morning to appear;
Many sheep 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 shot and shell
So admid 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 foeman 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.