To sing of war, such sad sweet melody
The husbands, brothers, sons that go to fight
With the full sun they battle and soon see
Blood, dead men descending with the rising night
Away, away the lost scared men flee
Screaming to be saved from death
Slaughtered, shot,living only in memory
Calling for wives and mothers, save me!
But the black casket comes, death claims prize
Farewell my love farewell the black veil falls
Morn all of the good, brave men who've died
Grim reaper comes, hear death's call
Once a mother and wife, stands a widow in her place
Says last goodbye, silent tears on her face.
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