Just Before The Battle, Mother
George Frederick Root| La seguente parodia, contemporanea al testo originale e di autore... | |
| JUST BEFORE THE BATTLE, MOTHER | JUST BEFORE THE BATTLE, MOTHER |
| Just before the battle, mother, I am thinking most of you, While upon the field we're watching With the enemy in view. Comrades brave are 'round me lying, Filled with thoughts of home and God For well they know that on the morrow, Some will sleep beneath the sod. | JUST BEFORE THE BATTLE, MOTHER A Parody |
| CHORUS: Farewell, mother, you may never Press me to your breast again, But, oh, you'll not forget me, mother, If I'm numbered with the slain. | Just before the battle, mother, l was drinking mountain dew, When l saw the "Rebels" marching, To the rear I quickly flew; Where the stragglers were flying, Thinking of their homes and wives; 'Twas not the "Rebs" we feared, dear mother, But our own dear precious lives. |
| Oh, I long to see you, mother, And the loving ones at home, But I'll never leave our banner, Till in honor I can come. Tell the traitors all around you That their cruel words we know, In every battle kill our soldiers By the help they give the foe. | Farewell, mother, for you'll never See my name among the slain. For if I only can skedaddle, Dear mother, I'll come home again. |
| Hark! I hear the bugles sounding, 'Tis the signal for the fight, Now, may God protect us, mother, As He ever does the right. Hear the "Battle-Cry of Freedom," How it swells upon the air, Oh, yes, we'll rally 'round the standard, Or we'll perish nobly there. | I hear the bugle sounding, mother, My soul is eager for the fray. I guess I'll hide behind some cover, And then I shall be OK. Discretion's the better part of valor, At least I've often heard you say; And he who loves his life, dear mother, Won't fight if he can run away. |
