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"To perpetuate the glory of the brave men of the 19th Illinois and their companions in arms who fell at Murfreesboro."
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TO PERPETUATE
the glory of the brave men of the
19th Illinois.
and their companions in arms who fell at
Murfreesboro.
"Who'll save the left,"
A Battle Scene.
Words by R. Tompkins
Music by
GEO. F. ROOT.
CHICAGO
Published by ROOT & CADY 95 Clark St.
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"WHO'LL SAVE THE LEFT?"
Recitando R.T. & G.F.R.
[tremolo] Thro' two long days the battle raged In front of Murfreesboro And cannon balls tore up the earth As plows turn up the furrow Brave soldiers by the hundred fell In fierce assault and sally While bursting shell hiss'd scream'd and fell Like demons in the valley The----
Northman, and the Southron met, In bold defiant manner, Now vict'ry perch'd on Union flag, And now on rebel banner; But see! upon the Union's left, Bear down in countless numbers, With shouts that seem to wake the hills From their eternal slumbers, The rebel hosts, who iron rain Beats down our weaker forces, And covers all the battle plain With torn and mangled corses; Still----
onward press the rebel hordes More boldly, fiercer, faster, But Negley's practiced eye discerns The swift and dread disaster, "Who'll save the left," his voice rang out Above the roar of battle, "The Nineteenth" shouted Colonel Scott, Amid the muskets rattle "The Nineteenth be it, Make the charge!" Quick as the word was given The Nineteenth fell up on the foe, As lightning falls from heaven.----
[Con Fuoco]
Over the stream they went, into the fight, Cutting their way on the left and the right, Unheeding the storm of the----
shot and the shell, Unheeding the fate of their comrades who fell, Onward they sped like the fierce lightnings flash, Onward they sped with a tornado's crash Onward they sped like the bolts of the thunder Resistlessly crushing the rebel hosts under 'Till wild in their terror they----
scatter'd and fled, Leaving heaps upon heaps, of their dying and dead; And the shout that went up with the set of the sun, Told the charge was triumphant, the great battle won; Told the charge was triumphant, the great battle won.