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Oh, for one short hour of gladness, One hour of hope, this pain to break,
And chase away the heavy sadness, At Camp Douglas by the Lake.
Chorus.
I would some Southern bird was singing,
Warbling richest, softest lays, Back to eager memory bringing,
Sweetest thoughts of happy days.
Chorus.
I dread the night's uneasy slumber;
Hate the day that bids me wake, Another of that dreary number,
At Camp Douglas by the Lake.
Chorus.
Never Sabbath bells are tolling,
Never words of cheer and love; Wintry waves are round us rolling,
Clouds are hiding heaven above.
Chorus.
Dixie Land ! still turn toward you,
Hearts that now in bondage ache, Hearts that once were strong* to guard you,
Wasting here beside the lake.
Refrain.—John Morgan crossed the river. And I went across with him. I was captured in Ohio, Because I could not swim. |
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