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We were brothers, heroes, comrades as the charging lines advanced
And the brilliant flash of weapons down the surging columns glanced;
How we struck for home and country through a storm of shot and shell,
And as one we fought and conquered, or is one we fought and fell.

How we struck for home and country 'mid the ardor of the fray,
With our comrades falling 'round us and an eager foe at bay:
Oh, our willing hands were steady and our willing hearts were strong,
Though the furloughs were so fleeting and the way so dark and long.

Oh, our willing hands were steady and our hearts were strong to win,
Though the way was rough and rugged and the serried ranks grew thin;
Though the way was rough and rugged and our eyes were dim with pain,
We beheld the spires of Richmond over hillocks of the slain.