Just Before The Battle Mother chords by George F Root

Chords with lyrics

Just Before the Battle Mother chords
George F. Root 1862

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Just before the battle, mother,
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I am thinking most of you
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While upon the field we're watching,
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with the enemy in view.
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Comrades brave are 'round me lying,
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filled with thoughts of home and God
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For well they know that on the morrow,
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some will sleep beneath the sod.

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Farewell, mother, you may never,
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press me to your breast again
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But, oh, you'll not forget me, mother,
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if I'm numbered with the slain.

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Oh, I long to see you, mother,
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and the loving ones at home
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But I'll never leave our banner,
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till in honor I can come.
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Tell the traitors all around you,
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that their cruel words we know
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In every battle kill our soldiers,
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by the help they give the foe.

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Farewell, mother, you may never,
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press me to your breast again
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But, oh, you'll not forget me, mother,
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if I'm numbered with the slain.

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Hark! I hear the bugles sounding,
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'Tis the signal for the fight,
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Now, may God protect us, mother,
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as He ever does the right.
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Hear the "Battle-Cry of Freedom,"
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how it swells upon the air
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Oh, yes, we'll rally 'round the standard,
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or we'll perish nobly there.

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Farewell, mother, you may never,
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press me to your breast again
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But, oh, you'll not forget me, mother,
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if I'm numbered with the slain.


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