The Two Brave Soldiers

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My friends, I pray you listen,
  A story I will tell;
It's of two noble soldiers,
  And they were known full well;
They were killed in the rebellion,
  As you shall plainly hear,
Those brave and noble soldiers,
  No danger did they fear.

They enlisted in Grand Rapids,
  In eighteen and sixty-two,
'Twas in the month of August,
  About the middle, too;
These two brave, noble soldiers,
  They joined the cavalry;
They fought to save their country,
  United it yet may be.

One of them, a single man,
  His name was Martin House;
The other one was married,
  His name I'll tell you now.
Abram Bishop was his name;
  He was a christian man;
Two soldiers, they were brave, and
  They hailed from Michigan.

When they left their native place,
  Their friends to them did say;
"Oh! do not go to war boys,
  You'd better with us stay;
For if you join the army,
  You never will return
To all your friends that love you,
  You never will return."

Young House spoke unto his friends:
  "I'd rather go," said he,
"I have no wife and children
  To weep and mourn for me.
I hear my country calling
  For her sons of liberty,
And I, for one must go, friends,
  A coward I cannot be."

"We are not afraid of fighting
  The rebels, no, not we;
They're bound to make our country
  A place for slaves to be.
Our fathers fought before us,
  To gain our liberty,
And we, the sons of freemen,
  Must fight to keep it free."

"Farewell, farewell to all our friends
  That we may leave behind,
If we do never return,
  We pray you bear in mind,
If God sees fit to call us,
  We are not afraid to die;
Our country, she is calling,
  We must bid you all good bye."

It was in Old Virginia,
  Those noble soldiers fell,
In the battle of Hanover town,
  As many a man can tell.
They fought through many battles,
  Obeyed their captain's call,
Alas! the missles struck them,
  And caused them both to fall.

© Julia A Moore