Southern War Songs Camp-Fire, Patriotic & Sentimental

200+ Song Lyrics Collected, Arranged & Illustrated, By W. L. Fagan - online songbook

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His musket falls slack, his face, dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories tender,
As he mutters a prayer for the children asleep, And their mother—"may heaven defend her!"
"There's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread."
The moon seems to shine forth as brightly as then— That night, when the love, yet unspoken,
Leaped up to his lips, and when low-murmured vows Were pledged to be ever unbroken.