In the South where a brave soldier fell.
For his cause he now sleeps by the side of a track—
What his colors none able to tell.
A plain, simple board, rudely carved, that was all
That was left to remind one of that sacred spot.
The words, as we traced them, were simple enough;
"A soldier sleeps here; O! forget me not."
Chorus.—The lone grave is there by the side of the track;
It contains a wanderer who never came back;
And when he appears on the great judgment day,