Just Before The Battle Mother
George F RootVersion1
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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.
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 every battle kill our soldiers,
by the help they give the foe.
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.
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Readable chord sheet for Just Before The Battle Mother by George F Root
[A]Just before the battle, [D]mother, [E]I am thinking most of [A]you[E] [A]While upon the field we're [D]watching, [E]with the enemy in [A]view. Comrades brave are 'round me [D]lying, [E]filled with thoughts of home and [A]God[E] For [A]well they know that on the [D]morrow, [E]some will sleep beneath the [A]sod. [A]Farewell, mother, you may [D]never, [E]press me to your breast a[A]gain[E] But, [A]oh, you'll not forget me, [D]mother, [E]if I'm numbered with the [A]slain. [A]Oh, I long to see you, [D]mother, [E]and the loving ones at [A]hom[E]e But [A]I'll never leave our [D]banner, [E]till in honor I can [A]come. Tell the traitors all a[D]round you, [E]that their cruel words we [A]kno[E]w In [A]every battle kill our [D]soldiers, [E]by the help they give the [A]foe. [A]Farewell, mother, you may [D]never, [E]press me to your breast a[A]gai[E]n But, [A]oh, you'll not forget me, [D]mother, [E]if I'm numbered with the [A]slain. [A]Hark! I hear the bugles [D]sounding, [E]'Tis the signal for the [A]fight, Now, may God protect us, [D]mother, [E]as He ever does the [A]right[E]. [A]Hear the "Battle-Cry of [D]Freedom," [E]how it swells upon the [A]air Oh, yes, we'll rally 'round the [D]standard, [E]or we'll perish nobly [A]there. [A]Farewell, mother, you may [D]never, [E]press me to your breast a[A]gai[E]n But, [A]oh, you'll not forget me, m[D]other, [E]if I'm numbered with the [A]slain.