From A Georgia Battlefield

All my glorious dreams of battle and my uniform of gray
 Now are ruined as my blood spills
 On this rock on Georgia clay
 16 summers I have seen past
 But to suffer in this summer
 I declare I don't remember
 I ever felt a harder one.
 Take this message to my mother
 13 miles from Birmingham
 Tell her I was a good soldier
 And I died a brave young man
 We have fought through heat and hunger,
 sleepless nights and bitter frost.
 But if Sherman takes Atlanta,
 then our calls are surely lost.
 Sir, I have no boots to give you
 mine were through sometime in May.
 But you can take my gun and powder.
 I won't be needing them today.
 Take this message to my mother
 13 miles from Birmingham
 Tell her I was a good soldier
 And I died a brave young man
 In my pocket there's a Bible
 with a lock of hair inside for my sweet Amanda Walker
 who would make a lovely bride
 For the angels now are coming.
 For my final breathe is near.
 Guess for me, this war is over.
 But my eyes will show no fear.
 Take this message to my mother
 13 miles from Birmingham
 Tell her I was a good soldier
 And I died a brave young man
 Take this message to my mother
 13 miles from Birmingham
 Tell her I was a good soldier
 And I died a brave young man