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OUR CAPTAIN'S LAST WORDS (Henry Clay Work) Where the foremost flag was flying, Pierced by many shot and shell, Where the bravest men were dying, There our gallant captain fell. "Boys! you follow now another, Follow till the foe may yield," Then he whispered, "Tell my mother Stephen died up on the field." "Mother! Mother! Stephen died upon the field." Through the battle smoke they bore him But his words were growing wild, Heeding not the scene before him Stephen was once more a child. "Ah! She comes. There is no other Speaks my name with such a joy, Press me to your bosom, mother Call me still your darling boy. "Mother! Mother! Call me still your darling boy." Men who were not used to weeping Turned aside to hide a tear, When they saw the pallor creeping That assured them death was near. Kindly as he were a brother Strangers caught his parting breath, Laden with the murmur, "Mother!" Last upon his lips in death. "Mother! Mother! Last upon his lips in death. From the Songs of Henry Clay Work, Work @American @war @Civil @death @mother @tearjerker filename[ CAPNLAST TUNE FILE: CAPNLAST CLICK TO PLAY RG apr96 |
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