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Is broke off, and why his sword was
So bitter in the fray! "lis the grave of his only brother, who
Was killed that awful day!
Hush ! for in front ■ I heard a shot,
And then a well-known cry— "It is the foe!" See where the flames
Mount upward to the sky ! It is the foe! Halt! Rest we here!
We wait the coming sun, And ere these stars may shine again
A field is lost or won !
Is won ! It is the " Old Brigade,"
This line of stalwart men ! The "long roll!" how it thrills my heart
To hear that sound again ! God shield us, boys! here breaks the day,
The stars begin to fade ! " Now steady here! fall in! fall in !
Forward! the 'Old Brigade!'"