American Old Time Song Lyrics: 44 The Sword My Brother Wore

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 44

The Sword My Brother Wore.
Copyright, 1894, by Chas. F. Pidgin.
Words by Jere O'Halloran. Music by Gilbert Ashton.

My brother was a Union soldier, and he fought for the red, white and blue;
The stars and stripes his standard holy, to the old starry flag he was true.
The news reached us he died while fighting, just as thousands of lads had before;
A comrade true sent us this token, the sword that my dear brother wore.

Refrain.
Dear brother is sleeping his long, last sleep,
His kind face we shall see nevermore.
Forever we'll treasure and sacred we'll keep
The sword that my dear brother wore.

Chorus.
Dear brother is sleeping his long, last sleep,
His kind face we shall see nevermore.
Forever we'll treasure and sacred we'll keep
The sword that my dear brother wore;
We'll not part with our treasure, but sacredly keep
The bright-polished sword that my dear brother wore.

A private soldier, Jack, was mustered, he was fearless and bold In the fray;
He was commissioned as a captain, and to him was presented one day
The token that we love so dearly-It is worth more than wealth in great store.
We keep, each year, in sweet remembrance the sword that my dear brother wore.

Refrain and Chorus.
With flowers that he loved while living, in a garland I weave them each year;
I hang them on his vacant arm chair, and I moisten each bud I with a tear.
My father, mother, loved him dearly, and the world is not bright as of yore;
In this we try to find sweet comfort, the sword that my dear brother wore.
-Refrain and Chorus.