Down Upon the Rappahannock


J. H. JOHNSON, Song Publisher, Stationer &Printer, No. 7 North Tenth Street, PHILADELPHIA.

Down Upon the Rappahannock.

Down upon the Rappahannock,
Lies the noble volunteer:
Ask me not, my child, my darling,
When. thy father will be here;
For, upon that fated river
Many hearts may sigh in vain,
Dream of home and friends forever.
But shall not return again.

Down upon the Rappahannock,
’Neath her waters on the shore,
Lie the hearts so early taken,
From their homes for evermore,
Ah, what scenes of pain and sorrow
Come to homes so sweet of yore!
Some may shed their tears to-morrow,
When to-day’s sad work is o’er.

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