Tell Mother, I Die Happy


Published by Chas Magnus, 12 Frankfort St. N.Y.

Tell mother I die happy,

I am dying, comrades dying,
As you hear me lightly tread
Soon ah soon I shall he lying
With the silent sleeping dead
I am dying comrades dying
Still the battle rages near,
Tell me are our foes a flying
I die happy mother dear.

I am going, comrades going,
See how damp my forehead’s now
Oh, I see the angels coming,
With bright garlands for my brow.
Bear this message to my mother,
How in death that God was near,
He to bless and to support me
I die happy mother dear.

Lay me comrades, ‘neath the willow,
That grows on the distant shore,
Wrap the starry flag around me,
I would press its folds once more.
Let the cold earth he my pillow
And the “Stars and Stripes” my shroud
soon, oh soon I shall he marching,
Amid the heavenly crowd.

Published by S.T. Gordon, 538 Broadway.

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