His bayonet is flashing in the thickest of the fight,
An invincible avenger of liberty and right.
Dead on the field of battle, away from home and friends
And dying for the country ev'ry loyal son defends,
The clash of arms around him with the battlefield his bier,
He gives his life a ransom for the flag he holds so dear.
Dead on the field of battle, untroubled by its roar
The willing hands are quiet as they never were before;
The eager eyes are fading and the pleasant smile has flown,
But the record he is leaving is evermore his own.