The judgeing of a soldiers heart is reserved as Heaven's right

Ask of us instead "why you this homage pay"

To the heros of your fallen cause who died in tattered gray

That is something we may answer, our hearts swelled up with pride

For duty as they saw it, they dared, they strove, they died

But one request they ever asked as their sunset time drew nigh

"Forget me not my southern son, nor remember me with lies"

So I ask you kindly, I beg you understand