Just Behind the Battle, Mother



A WWI parody of George Root's Civil war song,

"Just Before the Battle, Mother."

Learned from singing of Alan Shulman, gaps filled

from Dolph's Army Songs--RG



Just behind the battle, Mother

I'll come slinking home to you.

For the cannons' rattle, Mother

Makes me feel Almighty blue.

I am not as fond of dying,

As my comrades seem to be;

So, from missiles 'round me flying,

I'll come slinking home to thee.



cho:

Mother, can't you hear the hissing

Of the bullets, all too plain.

I may be numbered with the missing,

But never, never with the slain.



Gently falls the night, dear Mother

Gently slopes the battle plain.

But I'll be, still more gently, Mother,

Sloping home to you again.

I care not a whit for glory,

Or for laurels on my brow.

I would rather see them laurels

In your kitchen garden now.



cho



I am sorry I resisted

Your entreatings long ago.

I was staunch when I enlisted,

But I'm much more flight now.

When I'm back again, dear Mother,

From your side I'll never roam.

I'll defend my country's honor

In tranquillity at home.



cho.



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