Custer’s Last Charge.

Custer’s Last Charge.
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Who were those so nobly meeting.
That wild rush of savage reds?
Husbands were they lovers, brothers,
Sleeping now in gory beds.

Hark! A wall from Northland, Southland,
Mourning for our nobio slain;
Custer and his brave three hundres
We’ll hot mee on earth again.

Grown to manhood, and a soldier,
Honored ever, loved by all.
Excelled never, conquering always.
Now our gallant hero falle.

To have known him s’en so shortly
Is sweet music to the heart,
Altho’ tears of gali are welling
From our soule as thur we part.

Wrap them in the folds of glory,
Simply due such soldier graves,
And may angels ever tarry
Near their lowly Western graves.