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BY SETH BONNEY, OF COMPANY C, MASSACHUSETTS SIXTH.
THE night is dark, the camp is stilled,
Each soldier's heart with joy is thrilled ; He dreams of home and scenes gone past, Not conscious but his dream can last. Chorus — Baltimore ! Baltimore!
He starts at the cry of Baltimore.
A mystic grandeur fills his breast, While peaceful slumber brings him rest; He little thinks of dangers near, His dream unmixed with dread or fear. Baltimore ! Baltimore ! &c.
At length the guard with watchful eye Discovers danger lurking nigh ; Reminded of the days before, He gives the cry of " Baltimore ! " Baltimore! Baltimore ! &c
Quick the soldier's ready ear Warns him of the foe that's near: