My brave lad sleeps in his faded coat of blue;
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In a lonely grave unknown lies the heart that beat so true
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He sank faint and hungry among the famish'd brave
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And they laid him sad and lonely within his nameless grave
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No more the bugle calls the weary one,
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Rest, noble spirit,
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In thy grave unknown! I'll find you and know you,
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Among the good and true,
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When a robe of white is giv'n for the faded coat of blue
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He cried, "Give me water and just a little crumb,
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And my mother she will bless you thro' all the years to come;
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Oh! tell my sweet sister, so gentle, good and true,
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That I'll meet her up in heaven, in my faded coat of blue."
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No more the bugle calls the weary one,
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Rest, noble spirit,
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In thy grave unknown! I'll find you and know you,
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Among the good and true,
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When a robe of white is giv'n for the faded coat of blue
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Long, long years have vanished, and though he comes no more,
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Yet my heart will startling beat with each footfall at my door;
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I gaze o'er the hill where he waved a last adieu,
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But no gallant lad I see, in his faded coat of blue.
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No more the bugle calls the weary one,
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Rest, noble spirit,
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In thy grave unknown! I'll find you and know you,
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Among the good and true,
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When a robe of white is giv'n for the faded coat of blue
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No more the bugle calls the weary one,
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Rest, noble spirit,
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In thy grave unknown! I'll find you and know you,
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Among the good and true,
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When a robe of white is giv'n for the faded coat of blue
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The Faded Coat of Blue
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| John McDermott |
