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* '''Battle:''' river in Canada
 
* '''Battle:''' river in Canada
* "'''Just Before the Battle:'''" a song written in the 1860s by George F. Root and popular during the American Cuvil War. It was sued as an anthem in Vritain by teh Primrose League. a pro-colonialist group. Lyrics are as follows.
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* "'''Just Before the Battle:'''" a song written in the 1860s by George F. Root and popular during the American Civil War. It was used as an anthem in Britain by the pro-colonialist Primrose League, a pro-colonialist group:
  
 
     Just before the battle, mother,
 
     Just before the battle, mother,
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     For well they know that on the morrow,
 
     For well they know that on the morrow,
 
     Some will sleep beneath the sod.
 
     Some will sleep beneath the sod.
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    CHORUS:
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    Farewell, mother, you may never
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    Press me to your breast again,
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    But, oh, you'll not forget me, mother,
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    If I'm numbered with the slain.
  
        CHORUS:
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[[Category: Songs and lyrics]]
        Farewell, mother, you may never
 
        Press me to your breast again,
 
        But, oh, you'll not forget me, mother,
 
        If I'm numbered with the slain.
 
 
 
[[Category:Song lyrics]]
 
 
[[Category: Rivers]]
 
[[Category: Rivers]]

Latest revision as of 15:22, 19 January 2014

  • Battle: river in Canada
  • "Just Before the Battle:" a song written in the 1860s by George F. Root and popular during the American Civil War. It was used as an anthem in Britain by the pro-colonialist Primrose League, a pro-colonialist group:
   Just before the battle, mother,
   I am thinking most of you,
   While upon the field we're watching
   With the enemy in view.
   Comrades brave are 'round me lying,
   Filled with thoughts of home and God
   For well they know that on the morrow,
   Some will sleep beneath the sod.
  
   CHORUS:
   Farewell, mother, you may never
   Press me to your breast again,
   But, oh, you'll not forget me, mother,
   If I'm numbered with the slain.