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[Verse 1]
Come Amall you loyal Unionists, whereAmver yGou may Ambe I hCope you’ll pay attention and lEisten unto me For Amwell you know the blood and woe, the mCisery and the toil It tAmook to down Secessionist ranks on VirAmginia’s bEmloody sAmoil
[Verse 2]
When Amour good old flag, Stars and Stripes, from SAmumter’s wGalls was hAmurled And hCigh o’erhead on the forwardest walls the REebels’ flag unfurled It aAmroused each loyal Unionist and cCaused his blood to boil For to Amsee that flag, Secessionist rag, on VirAmginia’s blEmoody sAmoil
[Verse 3]
Then fAmrom the hills and mountain tops there cAmame that wGild aAmlarm Rise Cup, ye gallant sons of north, our cEountry calls to arms! Come fAmrom the plains o’er hill and dale, ye hCardy sons of toil For our fAmlag is trampled in the dust of VirAmginia’s bEmloody sAmoil
[Verse 4]
And thAmousands left their natives homes, some nAmever Gto reAmturn And mCany’s the wife and family, dear, were lEeft behind to mourn There Amwas one who went among them, who, from dCanger would not recoil Now his bAmones lie bleaching on the fields of VirAmginia’s bEmloody sAmoil
[Verse 5]
When Amon the field of battle, he nAmever wGas afAmraid When cCannons loud would rattle, he stEood there undismayed When bAmullets bullets rained about him, he stCood there with a smile He said, “We’ll cAmonquer, boys, or leave our bones on VirAmginia’s blEmoody sAmoil.”
[Verse 6]
In the gAmreat fight of the Wilderness, where mAmany a bGrave man fAmell He bColdy led his comrades on through REebel shot and shell The wAmounded ‘round they strewed the ground, the dCead lay heaped in piles Their cAmomrades weltered in their blood on VirAmginia’s bEmloody sAmoil.
[Verse 7]
The RAmebels fought like fury, or tAmigers dGrove to bAmay They kCnew full well, if truth they’d tell, they wEouldn’t win the day It was hAmand-to-hand they fought ‘em. The stCruggle fierce and wild Till a bAmullet pierced our Captain’s brain on VirAmginia’s bEmloody sAmoil
[Verse 8]
But a-Ambove that din of battle, what wAmas that drGeadful cAmry? The Cwoods were all afire, where our dEead and wounded lie! The sAmight to behold next morning would make the sCtoutest heart recoil To see the chAmarred remains of thousands o' souls on VirAmginia’s bEmloody sAmoil
[Verse 9]
And nAmow our Hero’s sleeping with thAmousands Gof the bAmrave No mCarble slab does mark the place that sEhows where he was laid He dAmied to save our Union; he’s fCree of care and toil Thank AmGod the Stars and Stripes still wave abAmove VirEmginia’s sAmoil