文本歌词

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 thoughts of home and God
For well they know that on the morrow
Some will sleep beneath the sod
Farewell mother you may never
Press me to your breast again
But oh you'll not forget me mother
If I'm numbered with the slain
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 perish nobly there
Farewell mother you may never
Press me to your breast again
But oh you'll not forget me mother
If I'm numbered with the slain