All Quiet Along The Potomac Tonight

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"All [A]quiet a[E]long the Po[A]tomac tonight,"
ex[E]cept here and there a [E7]stray [A]picket,
is shot as he [E]walks on his [A]beat to and fro,
by a [E]rifleman [D]hid in the [E7]thic[E]ket
'Tis [E7]nothing a [E]private or [A]two now and [E]then,
will not [D]count in the news of the [A]bat[E]tle
Not an [D]officer [E]lost, only [A]one of the [D]men,
moaning [A]out all a[E]lone the [E7]death rat[A]tle.

"All quiet a[F#m]long the Po[E]to[E7]mac [E]ton[A]ight!"

"All [A]quiet a[E]long the Po[A]tomac tonight,"
where the [E]soldiers lie [E7]peacefully [A]dreaming
And their tents in the [E]rays of the [A]clear autumn moon,
and the [E]light of the [D]camp fires are [E7]glea[E]ming
There's [E7]only the [E]sound of the [A]lone sentry's [E]tread,
as he [D]tramps from the rock to the [A]foun[E]tain
And [D]thinks of the [E]two on the [A]low trundle [D]bed,
far a[A]way in the [E]cot on the [E7]moun[A]tain.

"All quiet a[F#m]long the Po[E]to[E7]mac [E]ton[A]ight!"

His [A]musket falls [E]slack his [A]face, dark and grim,
grows [E]gentle with [E7]memories [A]tender
As he mutters a [E]pray'r for the [A]children asleep,
and their [E]mother, "May [D]heaven de[E7]fend [E]her!"
The [E7]moon seems to [E]shine as [A]brightly as [E]then,
that [D]night, when the love yet un[A]spo[E]ken.
Leap'd [D]up to his [E]lips, and when [A]low murmur'd [D]vows,
were [A]pledg'd, to be [E]ever [E7]un [A]broken.

"All quiet a[F#m]long the Po[E]to[E7]mac [E]ton[A]ight!"

Then [A]drawing his [E]sleeve roughly [A]o'er his eyes,
he [E]dashes off the [E7]tears that are [A]welling
And [E]gathers his gun close up [A]to his breast,
as if to [E]keep down the [D]heart's [E7]swell[E]ing
He [E7]passes the [E]fountain, the [A]blasted pine [E]tree,
and his [D]footstep is lagging and [A]wea[E]ry
Yet [D]onward he [E]goes, thro' the [A]broad belt of [D]light,
toward the [A]shades of the f[E]orest [E7]so drea[A]ry.

"All quiet a[F#m]long the Po[E]to[E7]mac [E]ton[A]ight!"

Hark! [A]was it the [E]night-wind that [A]rustles the leaves,
[E]was it the moonlight so [E7]wond'rously [A]flashing?
It [E]look'd like a rifle! "Ha, [A]Mary, good-bye!",
and his [E]life-blood is [D]ebbing and [E7]plash[E]ing.
"All [E7]quiet a[E]long the Po[A]tomac to[E]night,"
no [D]sound save the rush of the [A]riv[E]er
While [D]soft falls the [E]dew on the [A]face of the [D]dead,
the [A]picket's off [E]duty for[E7]ev [A]er.

"All quiet a[F#m]long the Po[E]to[E7]mac [E]ton[A]ight!"

"All quiet a[F#m]long the Po[E]to[E7]mac [E]ton[A]ight!"