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Just Before the Battle, Mother. Verse: Just before the battle Mother, I am thinking most of you, While upon the field we’re watching, With the enemy in view. Comrades, brave, are round me lying, Filled with tho’ts of home and God, For well they know that on the morrow, Some will sleep beneath the sod. Refrain: Farewell, Mother, you may never, You may never, Mother, Press me to your heart again
But Oh! You’ll not forget me, Mother, You will not forget me, If I’m numbered with the slain. Verse: Oh! I long to see you, Mother, And the loving ones at home, But I’ll never leave our banner, Till in honor I can come. Tell the traitors all around you That their cruel words we know, In ev’ry battle kill our soldiers, By the help they give the foe. Refrain Verse: Hark! I hear the bugles sounding, ‘Tis the signal for the fight, Now may God protect us, Mother, As He ever does the right. Hear the “Battle Cry of Freedom,” How it swells upon the air, Oh! Yes, we’ll rally round the standard, Or we’ll
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Record Series 12/9/96
Series 2, Box 16, Folder 7
Local Identifier
2014_12996_393
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
But Oh! You’ll not forget me, Mother, You will not forget me, If I’m numbered with the slain. Verse: Oh! I long to see you, Mother, And the loving ones at home, But I’ll never leave our banner, Till in honor I can come. Tell the traitors all around you That their cruel words we know, In ev’ry battle kill our soldiers, By the help they give the foe. Refrain Verse: Hark! I hear the bugles sounding, ‘Tis the signal for the fight, Now may God protect us, Mother, As He ever does the right. Hear the “Battle Cry of Freedom,” How it swells upon the air, Oh! Yes, we’ll rally round the standard, Or we’ll
Just Before the Battle, Mother. Verse: Just before the battle Mother, I am thinking most of you, While upon the field we’re watching, With the enemy in view. Comrades, brave, are round me lying, Filled with tho’ts of home and God, For well they know that on the morrow, Some will sleep beneath the sod. Refrain: Farewell, Mother, you may never, You may never, Mother, Press me to your heart again
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Series 2, Box 16, Folder 7
Record Series 12/9/96
Local Identifier
2014_12996_393
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
But Oh! You’ll not forget me, Mother, You will not forget me, If I’m numbered with the slain. Verse: Oh! I long to see you, Mother, And the loving ones at home, But I’ll never leave our banner, Till in honor I can come. Tell the traitors all around you That their cruel words we know, In ev’ry battle kill our soldiers, By the help they give the foe. Refrain Verse: Hark! I hear the bugles sounding, ‘Tis the signal for the fight, Now may God protect us, Mother, As He ever does the right. Hear the “Battle Cry of Freedom,” How it swells upon the air, Oh! Yes, we’ll rally round the standard, Or we’ll
Just Before the Battle, Mother. Verse: Just before the battle Mother, I am thinking most of you, While upon the field we’re watching, With the enemy in view. Comrades, brave, are round me lying, Filled with tho’ts of home and God, For well they know that on the morrow, Some will sleep beneath the sod. Refrain: Farewell, Mother, you may never, You may never, Mother, Press me to your heart again
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Series 2, Box 16, Folder 7
Record Series 12/9/96
Local Identifier
2014_12996_393
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986