God bless our noble army!
The hearts are strong and brave,
That have willingly come our standard
From treason's grasp to save,
But from the Western Prairie
To Atlantic's rocky shore,
The truest, noblest hearts of all
Are in the Old Sixth Corps
Chorus:
Then, ere we part tonight, boys,
We'll sing one song the more.
With chorus swelling loud and clear
God bless the Old Sixth Corps!
In the thickest of the battle,
Where the cannon's fiery breath
Smites many a strong heart pressing,
On to victory or death.
The foremost in the conflict,
The last to say "tis o'er",
Who know not what it is to yield
You'll find the "Old Sixth Corps".
Chorus
There's many a brave man lying,
Where he nobly fought and fell,
There's many a mother sighing,
For the sons she loved so well.
And the Southern winds are breathing
A requiem where they lie,
O, the gallant followers of the cross
Are not afraid to die!
Chorus
Our truest, bravest heart is gone,
And we remember well
The bitter anguish of that day
When noble Sedgwick fell.
But there is still another left,
To lead us to the fight,
And with a hearty three times three
We'll cheer our gallant Wright!
Chorus
Then on! Still onward will we press,
Till treason's voice we still,
And proudly waves the "Stripes and Stars",
On ev'ry Southern hill.
We'll struggle till our flag is safe,
And honored as before,
And men in future times shall say,
"God bless the Old Sixth Corps."
Chorus
