Brave Boys Are They Heavily falls the rain; Wild are the breezes tonight; But 'neath the roof the hours as they fly, Are happy and calm and bright. Gathering 'round our fireside, Tho' it be summertime We sit and talk of brothers abroad Forgetting the midnight chime. Chorus: Brave boys are they! Gone at their country's call; And yet, and yet we cannot forget That many brave boys must fall. Under the homestead roof Nestled so cozy and warm, While soldiers sleep, with little or naught To shelter them from the storm. Resting on grassy couches; Pillow'd on hillocks damp; Of martial fare, how little we know, Till brothers are in the camp. Thinking no less of them, Loving our country the more, We sent them forth to fight for the flag Their fathers before them bore. Though the great tear drops started, This was our parting trust: God bless you, boys! We'll welcome you home When Rebels are in the dust. May the bright wings of love Guard them wherever they roam; The time has come when brothers must fight, And sisters must pray at home. Oh! The dread field of battle! Soon to be strewn with graves! If brothers fall, then bury them where Our banner in triumph waves. BB oct97
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