American Old Time Song Lyrics: 06 Burial Of Sir John Moore

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Burial of Sir John Moore.

Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note.
As his corpse to the ramparts we hurried;
Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot
O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
We buried him darkly at dead of night,
The sod with our bayonets turning,
By the struggling moonbeam's misty light,
And the lantern dimly burning.

No useless coffin confined his breast,
Nor in sheet nor in shroud we bound him:
But he lay like a warrior taking his rest,
With his martial cloak around him.
Few and short were the prayers we said.
And we spoke not a word of sorrow;
But steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead,
And bitterly thought of the morrow.

We thought, as we hollowed his nnrrow bed,
And smooth'd down his lonely pillow,
That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head,
And we far away on the billow.
Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone,
And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him:
But nothing he'll reck if they'll let him sleep on
In the grave where a Briton has laid him.

But half of our heavy task was done,
When the bell toll'd the hour for retiring:
And we heard by the distant random gun.
That the foe was suddenly firing.
Slowly and sadly we laid bin down,
From the field of his fame fresh And gory-
We carved not a line, we raised not a stone,
But left him alone with his glory.
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