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Soldier you in the wreck of gray,

With the brazen belt of the C. S. A.

Take my love and my tears to-day,

Take them all that I have to give;

But by God's grace while my heart shall live,

It still shall keep in its faithful way

The camp-fire lit for the men in gray.

Aye 'till the trump sounds far away,

And the silver bugles of Heaven play

And the roll is called at the Judgment-day.