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When the old British lion oppressed us, He with Washing-ton went to the field ;
Unto Him we will look in the battle, And will strike 'til the enemy yield !
THE BATTLE OF SHILOH HILL.
By M. B. Smith, of Co. C, Second Regiment Texas Volunteers.
Come, all ye valiant soldiers, and a story I will tell,
It is of a noted battle vou all remember well;
It was an awful strife, and will cause your blood to chill,
It was the famous battle that was fought on Shiloh Hill!
It was the sixth of April, just at the break of day, The drums and fifes were playing for us to march away; The feeling of that hour I do remember still, For the wounded and the djdng that lay on Shiloh Hill.
About the hour of sunrise the battle it began,
And before the day had vanished we fought them hand to
hand ; The horrors of the field did my heart with anguish fill, For the wounded and the dying that lay on Shiloh Hill.
There were men of every nation laid on those rocky plains, Fathers, sons and brothers were numbered with the slain, That has caused so many homes with deep mourning to be
filled, All from the bloody battle that was fought on Shiloh Hill.