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FIELD BUENA VISlA,
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BY COL PETRIKEN.
On Buena Vista S bloody field


soldier, dying, lay,
His thoughts were of his mountain home,
Some thousand m les away
II called bis comrade to his side


For much he had to say,
IN hrIefost time to those who were
Some thousand miles away.
My father, comrade, you will tell.
About this bloody far.
-dy country's standard, say 10 him.
Was safe with me to day
I've made pillow OF it now,


On which to lay my head,
winding sheet youi make of it,
" hen | am with the dead.
know twill grieve his inmost soul,
To think that never more,
III sit with him bens tn the oak
That shades his cottage door;
But tell the time worn patriot
That, mindful of HIS fame,
Upon this bloody battle field,
/ su!lied not his name.
My mothers form is with me now,
Her wall is in mine ear,
And drop by drop, flows my blood,
80 drops from her the tear
Then, oh! when you shall tell to her
The tidngs of this day,
speak softly, ade,-sofiIy speak
What you may have to say.
Speak not to her in hurried words,
The blighting g'news you bear,
The chords Of life might snap too soon,
So, comrade, have IA care
am her only, cherished child,
But, tell her that ! died,
Reloicing that she taus ht me young.
TO take my country's side.
But, Cnmradc, there is one. 7 raiu
Once more would look upon;
she lives upon the sloping hill
That oyerlooks the lawn
The lawn, VIII ere l shall never .. ore,
in spring times pleasant hours,
90 forth with her in merry mood,
To gather wood and flowers.
Tell her, when death was on my brow,
And life receding fast.
Her voice, her form, her parting words,
Were with me to the last.
On Buena Vista's bloody field,
Tell her l dying lay,
A1d that knew she thought Of me-
Some thousand miles away.