• Song:

    Just Before The Battle Mother

  • Artist:

    George F Root

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A5                       D5
Just before the battle, mother,
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I am thinking most of you
A5                          D5
While upon the field we're watching,
E5                 A5
with the enemy in view.
                             D5
Comrades brave are 'round me lying,
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filled with thoughts of home and God
    A5                          D5
For well they know that on the morrow,
E5                           A5
some will sleep beneath the sod. 

A5                         D5
Farewell, mother, you may never,
E5                        A5   E5
press me to your breast again
     A5                         D5
But, oh, you'll not forget me, mother,
E5                        A5
if I'm numbered with the slain.

A5                      D5
Oh, I long to see you, mother,
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and the loving ones at home
    A5                    D5
But I'll never leave our banner,
E5                   A5
till in honor I can come.
                       D5                         
Tell the traitors all around you,
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that their cruel words we know
   A5                     D5
In every battle kill our soldiers,
E5                         A5
by the help they give the foe.

A5                         D5
Farewell, mother, you may never,
E5                        A5  E5
press me to your breast again
     A5                         D5
But, oh, you'll not forget me, mother,
E5                        A5
if I'm numbered with the slain.


A5                       D5
Hark! I hear the bugles sounding,
E5                       A5
'Tis the signal for the fight,
                         D5
Now, may God protect us, mother,
E5                   A5    E5
as He ever does the right.
A5                       D5
Hear the "Battle-Cry of Freedom ,"
E5                      A5
how it swells upon the air
                                D5
Oh, yes, we'll rally 'round the standard,
E5                     A5
or we'll perish nobly there.

A5                         D5
Farewell, mother, you may never,
E5                        A5  E5
press me to your breast again
     A5                          D5
But, oh, you'll not forget me, mother,
E5                        A5
if I'm numbered with the slain.
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