Right or wrong, it was precious—this blood they have shed:
Surely God will requite,
And we bury our dead.
Yes, we bury our dead.
If they erred as they fought will He charge them with blame?
When their hearts beat aright and the truth was their aim?
Nay, never in vain has such offering bled!—
North or South, ’tis the same—
Fast we bury our dead.
Thus we bury our dead,