Sung by: Ollie Gilbert
Recorded in Mountain View, AR by George Fisher

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On the fields of battle, Mother,
All the night, alone I lay,
Angels watching o’er me, Mother,
‘Til the breaking of the day.

I lay thinking of you, Mother,
And my loving ones at home.
Tell to them the story, Mother,
Boy again has ceased to roam.

Kiss for me my little brother;
Kiss my sister I love so well.
When you set together, Mother,
Tell them how their brother fell.

Tell to them the story, Mother,
While I sleep beneath the sod,
That I died to save their country,
All for love to them and God.

Oh, dear Mother, you may never
Press me to your heart again,
But remember me, dear Mother,
While I’m sleeping with the slain.

I must soon be going, Mother,
Going to my home of rest.
Kiss me as . . . Mother,
Press me nearer to your breast.

Also found in Brown, Vol. II, #228.

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