Oh,
see them marching down the street
With slow and painful tread;
Once
more to hold communion sweet
O’er graves of honored dead.
Once
more beneath the flashing stars,
And folds of magic hue;
Once
more beneath the waving bars,
Our good old boys in blue.
Give
me the boys in blue,
The
good old boys in blue;
They’re
bent and gray,
And
few today,
But
hearts beat just as true.
Cheer
loud and long today,
Praise
them in song today;
Let honor fall
Upon them all,
The
good old boys in blue.
May
time deal gently with their ranks,
Their most persistent foe;
May
they receive a nation’s thanks,
Small part of what we owe.
Strew
roses for their aching feet,
Join with the drum’s tattoo;
Give
them a welcome up the street,
The good old boys in blue.
Give
me the boys in blue,
The
dear old boys in blue;
As side by side
With old time pride
They
pass in slow review.
Cheer
long and long today,
Praise
them in song today;
Let honor fall
Upon them all,
The
good old boys in blue.
May
29, ‘09
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