Misc Traditional – Virginias Bloody Soil (Guitar)

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Come all you loyal Unionists, wherever you may be

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I hope you’ll pay attention and listen unto me

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For well you know the blood and woe, the misery and the toil

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It took to down Secessionist ranks on Virginia’s bloody soil

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When our good old flag, Stars and Stripes, from Sumter’s walls was hurled

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And high o’erhead on the forwardest walls the Rebels’ flag unfurled

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It aroused each loyal Unionist and caused his blood to boil

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For to see that flag, Secessionist rag, on Virginia’s bloody soil

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Then from the hills and mountain tops there came that wild alarm

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Rise up, ye gallant sons of north, our country calls to arms!

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Come from the plains o’er hill and dale, ye hardy sons of toil

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For our flag is trampled in the dust of Virginia’s bloody soil

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And thousands left their natives homes, some never to return

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And many’s the wife and family, dear, were left behind to mourn

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There was one who went among them, who, from danger would not recoil

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Now his bones lie bleaching on the fields of Virginia’s bloody soil

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When on the field of battle, he never was afraid

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When cannons loud would rattle, he stood there undismayed

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When bullets bullets rained about him, he stood there with a smile

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He said, “We’ll conquer, boys, or leave our bones on Virginia’s bloody soil.”

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In the great fight of the Wilderness, where many a brave man fell

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He boldy led his comrades on through Rebel shot and shell

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The wounded ‘round they strewed the ground, the dead lay heaped in piles

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Their comrades weltered in their blood on Virginia’s bloody soil.

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The Rebels fought like fury, or tigers drove to bay

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They knew full well, if truth they’d tell, they wouldn’t win the day

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It was hand-to-hand they fought ‘em. The struggle fierce and wild

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Till a bullet pierced our Captain’s brain on Virginia’s bloody soil

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But a-bove that din of battle, what was that dreadful cry?

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The woods were all afire, where our dead and wounded lie!

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The sight to behold next morning would make the stoutest heart recoil

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To see the charred remains of thousands o' souls on Virginia’s bloody soil

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And now our Hero’s sleeping with thousands of the brave

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No marble slab does mark the place that shows where he was laid

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He died to save our Union; he’s free of care and toil

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Thank God the Stars and Stripes still wave above Virginia’s soil