HE FOUGHT AND DIED FOR ME
Copyright, 1896, by H. W. Petrie.
Words by Wallace Hoynes. Music by H. W. Petrie.
In a peaceful, country church-yard, where the children come to play,
By a grave, where slept a comrade, stood a soldier, old and gray,
Then there came a little maiden-" Did you know him, sir?" asked she,
But the soldier only answered: "he fought and died for me."
Though comrades fell around us, though every hope had gone,
We two would not surrender, and so the fight went on,
And when I fell beside him, "Have courage, Jack," cried he;
And there, alone, he faced the foe-he fought And died for me.
From a quiet little village, we together went one day,
Went to light for home and country, side by side we marched away.
"We will always stick together, you and I, dear Jack," said he,
"And I'm proud that he was faithful-he fought and died for me."-Ref.
Tho' the war has long been over, tho' my hair has turned to gray,
I shall ne'er forget the comrade, who so bravely died that day;"
When he'd gone, the little maiden, though her eyes were dim, could see.
Carved upon the little grave-stone, "Lie fought and died for me."Ref.