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The clash of arms around him with the battlefield his bier,
He gives his life a ransom for the flag he holds dear.
He gives his life a ransom for the flag he holds dear.
Dead on the field of battle, untroubled by its roar
The willing hands are quiet as they never were before;
The eager eyes are fading and the pleasant smile has flown,
But the record he is leaving is evermore his own.
The willing hands are quiet as they never were before;
The eager eyes are fading and the pleasant smile has flown,
But the record he is leaving is evermore his own.
Dead on the field of battle, we search but search in vain
To find the missing martyr 'mid the legions of the slain;
Downtrodden in the conflict there is nothing left to show
The consecrated service of the one who lies below.
To find the missing martyr 'mid the legions of the slain;
Downtrodden in the conflict there is nothing left to show
The consecrated service of the one who lies below.
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Dead on the field of battle, let patient mourners weep,
Nor dream that eulogies alone can bless the watch they keep;
Nor dream that eulogies alone can bless the watch they keep;
