The Battle Eve
THE BATTLE EVE.
To-morrow comrade we,
On the Battle plain must be,
There to conquer, or both lie low,
The morning Star is up,—
But there’s wine still in the cup, (go,
And we’ll take another quaff e’er we go. boy, boy
We’ll take another quaff’ere we go
’Tis true, in manliest eyes,
A passing tear will rise,
When we think of the friends we leave alone
But what can wailing do?
See our goblet’s weeping too! (own
With its tears we’ll chase away our own boy, our
With its tears we’ll chase away our own.
But daylight’s stealing on;
The last that o’er us shown,
Saw our children around us play,
The next—ah! where shall we
And those rosy urchins be?
But no matter, grasp your gun and away boy, away,
No matter, grasp thy gun and away.
Let those who’d home remain,
And wear the rebel chain
Ignobly by their fire-sides stay;
One sigh to home be given
One heartfelt prayer to heaven (hurrah!
For the Union and its cause boy, hurrah! hurrah!
For the Union and its cause boy, hurrah!
J. WRIGLEY. Publisher, of Songs, Ballad’s and Toy Books, Conversation, Age, and small Playing Cards, Alphabet Wood Blocks, Valentines, Motto Verses, and Cut Motto Paper &c. No. 27 Chatham Street. (OPPOSITE CITY HALL PARK) NEW YORK