That we fought the battle bravely, and when the day was

Full many a corse lay ghastly pale beneath the setting

And 'mid the dead and dying were some grown old in

The death-wound on their gallant breasts, the last of

When the troops come marching home again with glad

last of

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Common songs we used to sing in chorus sweet and