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/ The battle-cry is sounding loud, a bugle calls to arm, / The hills and dales are clouded o'er, troops gather in alarm; / With winds is mingled sighing prayer from many a sinking brave; / A youth obeying duty's call, a life his country gave.
A soldier boy's dying cry is heard amid the roar / Of battle strife; surround with slain he falls to rise no more. / Some mother's boy! it matters not if clad in blue or gray, / If fighting for the right or wrong, is hurried to his grave.