Southern War Songs Camp-Fire, Patriotic & Sentimental

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

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By the Rev. J. A. Ryan, Catholic Priest of Knoxville, Diocese of Nash­ville, Term.
Music by A. E. Blackmar.
Furl that banner, for 'tis weary; Round its staff 'tis drooping dreary;
Furl it, fold it, it is best; For there 's not a man to wave it, And there 's not a sword to save it, And there 's not one left to lave it In the blood which heroes gave it; And its foes now scorn and brave it,—
Furl it, hide it, let it rest.
Take that banner down—'tis tattered, Broken is its staff and shattered, And the valiant hosts are scattered
Over whom it floated high. Oh ! 'tis hard for us to fold it, Hard to think there 's none to hold it, Hard that those who once unrolled it
Now must furl it with a sigh.
Furl that banner, furl it sadly— Once ten thousands hailed it gladly, And ten thousands wildly, madly, Swore it should forever wave,