N-Our Captain's Last Words
C-Henry Clay Work
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S-100
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B-4/4
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M-1D-5 G-8 b-8_a-8 G-8_a-8 b-5 D-8 E-8 G-5 F-8_E-8 D-4 G-5 G-8 F-8_G-8 a-8_b-8 a-2
L-       Where     the   fore-    most     flag      was  fly-ing,        Pierced by     ma-          ny  shot    and    shell,
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M-1a-5 c-8 b-8_a-8 G-8_a-8 b-5 D-8 E-8 G-5 F-8_E-8 D-4 G-5 G-8 F-8_G-8_b-8 a-8 G-2
L-     Where          the  bra-   vest   men        were  dy- ing,       There    our    gal-     lant    cap-      tain fell.
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M-4a-5 F-8 a-8_G-8 F-8_E-8 D-5 D-8 E-4 D-4 b-5 G-8 D-5 G-8 F-8_G-8 a-8_b-8 a-2
L-     "Boys!       you   fol-   low     now         a-   no-    ther,    Fol-       low  till       the  foe    may      yield,"
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M-4a-5 c-8 b-8_a-8 G-8_a-8 b-5 D-8 E-8 G-5 F-8_E-8 D-4 G-5 G-8 F-8_G-8_b-8 a-8 G-2
L-        Then       he   whis-   pered,  "Tell      my   mo-  ther       Ste-    phen    died       up-   on         the  field."
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M-4b-8 d-5_d-4 R-4 a-8 d-5_d-4 R-4 F-8_E-8 D-4 G-5 G-8 F-8_G-8_a-8 a-8 G-2 S-6
L-     "Mo-   ther!                      Mo-  ther!                       Ste-   phen    died     up-     on        the   field."