Show WHEN COL COLUMBIA CR CROWNS 0 HER DEAD vy wy T 2 C HARBA HARBAUGH UGH whit what has sei the drums a beating neath the tender skies of hay may why troop the ch idren from the fields with flowers tr fresh eshand find a P arsee I 1 see the vet rans pans gather in their buttoned coats of blue with herband here and there an empty sleeve to prove the wearer true I 1 hear them talk of battles in their youth t me long ago where nere side by side they stood and m met the onslaughts onslaught of the foe A and d now the bo ce is silent and each sold er bows his head forwell for well they know this sac sacred redda day columbia bia crowns her dead the flag half mast is fly ig and the air is filled with praise of those who by the nat on stood throughout her frying days ds when T e n s strode trad e the t b e god of battles in his fury 0 e er t the e I 1 land a n d and crimson grew potomac s fide and red the rio grande when nen the cannon tore the cedars in the green vales of the south where nere now the blue bird builds her nest d deep in the mortar 5 mouth but a ah eg I 1 the snowy wings of peace above those fields are spread and columbia ike a comes to crown her gallant dead S bas JA no more I 1 hear heal the rumble of the battles brazen car to part the flowers fair to find the wounds of war I 1 hear a robin singing where the colonel brAT bradely ety died and a 4 butt butterfly erff v is hov ring where the legions multiply ed the bugle is no longer h heard eard on fields we love to name and the roses bloom in beauty in the sacred camps of fame and down the street a marching mar Chingo w th old glory at their head come the bet rans for columbia bids them all salute her dead s sleep steep on 0 wearers of the b ue I 1 the meed of praise you ve won sleep steep on the long long tong summer in shadow and in sun the sweetest bloom that nature kafure yields lies ties on the solders breast and nevermore war s clarion notes shall break your peace peaceful fut rest the ne battle cho vanish like a distant cannon s boom beholds columbia gently lays tys a wreath upon a tomb my y chi dren I 1 peace be with you youl speaks she low ow with drooping head then vien she kisses hisses all the roses she has laid aid upon her dead |