On Shiloh’s dark and bloody ground,
The dead and wounded lay,
Amongst them was a drummer boy,
Who beat the drum that day,
A wounded soldier raised him up,
His drum was by his side,
He clasped his hands and raised his eyes
And prayed before he died.
Look down upon the battle-field,
Oh thou, our Heavenly Friend,
Have mercy on our sinful souls,
The soldiers cried, “Amen.”For gather’d round, a little group,
Each brave man knelt and cried,
They listened to the drummer boy
Who prayed before he...