1 Wrapped in the colors he died in defending,
We pay our last tribute above his repose;
Bravely he stood, for our honor contending,
But now let him rest till the last bugle blows,
But now let him rest till the last bugle blows.

2 Faithful and loyal, privation disdaining,
His bosom he bared to the steel of our foes;
Fighting—a hero till death uncomplaining,
But now let him rest till the last bugle blows,
But now let him rest till the last bugle blows.

3 Sleeping he lies ‘neath a halo of glory,
And over his bed we will plant the wild rose;
Fearless, undaunted on battle-fields glory,
But now let him rest till the last bugle blows,
But now let him rest till the last bugle blows.