| Show fat tl I di ley to tan lines I H on the burt alof ser sergeant baut henry C tucker of company I 1 who died at camp F aloyi loyd U T match 3 1839 ile he has gone to ins his home he sleeps bleeps the hie sod eoj in i a vale in ili the wilds of the west H est ile ho has gone to his home his soul souls Is with his god and his body though cold is at rest and never again his form well behold the form of the soldier so brave we laid him down sadly in in death icy cold la in the darkness and gloom of the grave the reveille ret cille loudly is beat on the drum ile he heeds not he hears not alarms alarm no more at the sound bound of the bugle hell come when it summons each soldier to arms but lonely hes sleeping Ble beneath the cold ground far far from the friends he loved dear beneath yonder ponder lonely and grassless mound I 1 that each comrade has met with a tear farewell dear dear comrade wo we deeply regret the loss of a friend kind and brave but the friends that you loved will never forget thee though thou art cold in thy grave thy life it was brief like a flower in its bloom when frosty winds pierce its hearts core you withered and died and you sleep in the tomb and acab we shall neler neer see thee more mor E R C IV |
