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I woke at sunrise to face the dark day, camp it was stirring outsideThis is the day I have feared for so long, this is the day I may very well dieI drew a quill from my saddle and then, a parchment damp with the dewI signed the orders the porter brought in, and I set to writin this letter to youDarlin please dont let them bury me, out here without a tombstoneDarlin please dont let them bury me, out here so far from my homeThe brass it was polished, the cannon were stowed, as we assembled to marchThe object was Rohrbachs bridge of solid stone, to take and to hold no matter the costThen from the rear Captain Harland appeared, asked me what our chances wereI heard the cannon fire quite crystal clear, all I could manage were the miserable wordsCaptain please dont let them bury me, out here without a tombstoneCaptain please dont let them bury me, out here so far from my homeWe advanced on the bridge, and from their vantage,The sharpshooters ambushed from upon the ridgeThe angel of death descended on me, and wrapped his dark wings round the 9th InfantryWhen I awoke I was laid in a bed, the parson spoke gently to meI saw my blue coat was stained a dark red, and before they laid that white linen on me I saidParson please dont let them bury me, out here without a tombstoneParson please dont let them bury me, out here so far from my home From Letras Mania