And 'twas your arms, old boy, that
brought
Me'to this friendly shade.
Tho' leaves are gone and limbs are
bare,
Its heart is true to-day
As your your's was then, tho' fighting blue,
To me, tho fighting gray.
I marked the spot where Mansfield
fell,
And 'twas your arms, old boy, that
brought
Me'to this friendly shade.
Tho' leaves are gone and limbs are
bare,
Its heart is true to-day
As your your's was then, tho' fighting blue,
To me, tho fighting gray.
I marked the spot where Mansfield
fell,