"CIVIL WAR" BREEDS-NORTH
LINES
By B. M. Breed
Written on the death of his son,
Lieut. B.F. Breed who fell at the
Battle of Chancellorsville, on
the third of May 1863.
REVISED AND IMPROVED BY THE AUTHOR
I must go, my country calls
Three hundred thousand more:
I must go where the brave man falls,
And the cannons loudly roar
My country calls from sea and land,
She calls, I cannot stay,
so thither with my little band, *
Fearless I lead the way.
Thus said my well beloved son,
Thus said he, I must 'go
Thus went he with his sword and gun,
To fight his country's foe.
He fought and fell on Frederick's plain
In that sanguinary fight,
When friend and foe's unburied slain,
Lay many a dismal night.
On Frederick's awful bloody plain,
Where the battle raged most sore,
Amid the brave, the noble slain,
His brave associate with him fought,
And also with him fell,
And on that field will oft be sought,
By friends who wished them well.
Together these two comrades fought,
Determined ne'er to yield,
Together were their bodies left,
Low on that bloody field.
Yes buried on that bloody field,
Where many thousands were,
By cruel and unfeeling foes,
But no one knoweth where
About twenty brave fellows whom he enlisted,
and who were enrolled in his company.
It will be recollected that the dead that
were killed in that battle lay several days
before burial, especially our dead.
Lient Joseph A. Davis, who was Second Lieut.
In the same company.
By B. M. Breed
Written on the death of his son,
Lieut. B.F. Breed who fell at the
Battle of Chancellorsville, on
the third of May 1863.
REVISED AND IMPROVED BY THE AUTHOR
I must go, my country calls
Three hundred thousand more:
I must go where the brave man falls,
And the cannons loudly roar
My country calls from sea and land,
She calls, I cannot stay,
so thither with my little band, *
Fearless I lead the way.
Thus said my well beloved son,
Thus said he, I must 'go
Thus went he with his sword and gun,
To fight his country's foe.
He fought and fell on Frederick's plain
In that sanguinary fight,
When friend and foe's unburied slain,
Lay many a dismal night.
On Frederick's awful bloody plain,
Where the battle raged most sore,
Amid the brave, the noble slain,
His brave associate with him fought,
And also with him fell,
And on that field will oft be sought,
By friends who wished them well.
Together these two comrades fought,
Determined ne'er to yield,
Together were their bodies left,
Low on that bloody field.
Yes buried on that bloody field,
Where many thousands were,
By cruel and unfeeling foes,
But no one knoweth where
About twenty brave fellows whom he enlisted,
and who were enrolled in his company.
It will be recollected that the dead that
were killed in that battle lay several days
before burial, especially our dead.
Lient Joseph A. Davis, who was Second Lieut.
In the same company.