bullets whizzed in the air,
An' Bill was a fightin' desperit, he used to
whisper a prayer.
'Oh, his comrades has often told me that
Bill never flinched a bit
When ev'ry second a gap in the ranks tol'
where a ball had hit.
An' one night when the field was covered
with the awful harvest o' war,
They found my boy 'mongst the martyrs