Civil War Song

Drummers pound

and trumpets blare

and all are heard from everywhere

(CHORUS)

The marching sounds

and muskets fire

and all move onward and never tire

(CHORUS)

Men lie dead

and children cry

for the carnage is too much for their little eyes

(CHORUS)

Graves are created

and prisoners are taken

and the senses of the watchers awaken

(CHORUS)

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