NELL AND MOTHER'S NAME.
Copyright, 1886, by E. J. H. Stecher.
Words and Music by M. J. Cavanagh.
On a gory, blood-stained battle-field a wounded soldier lay,
His dying moments full of thoughts of loved ones far away-
The gray-haired, widowed mother he had left at home in tears,
The little blue-eyed sweetheart who had waited him for years;
he whispered to the comrade who stood weeping by his side:
"Don't grieve lad, 'tis an honor for your country to have died,
But, lad. your promise give me when you're safe at home again,
You'll say I died in battle, breathing Nell and mother's name.
Take a dying soldier's message home to those who wait in vain;
Say I fell while facing foemen, breathing Nell and mother's name.
Ere the night his proud soul passed away to join the brave that fell,
And death had hushed the tender words of mother, home and Nell;
'Mong comrades, yet unnumbered, he now fills a soldier's grave,
Afar from hearts that love him true and wait him o'er the wave;
The lass whose heart went with him, the mother gray and old,
Are longing to embrace the form that now is still and cold;
They say he fought so bravely for his country, love and fame,
And fell while facing foemen, breathing Nell and mother's name.-Chorus.