My brave lad sleeps in his faded coat of blue;
In a lonely grave unknown lies the heart that beat so [bad word] 
He sank faint and hungry among the famishd brave
And they laid him sad and lonely within his nameless grave

No more the bugle calls the weary one,
Rest, noble spirit,
In thy grave unknown! Ill find you and know you,
Among the good and [bad word] 
When a robe of white is givn for the faded coat of blue

He cried, give me water and just a little [bad word] 
And my mother she will bless you thro all the years [bad word] 
Oh! tell my sweet sister, so gentle, good and [bad word] 
That Ill meet her up in heaven, in my faded coat of blue.

No more the bugle calls the weary one,
Rest, noble spirit,
In thy grave unknown! Ill find you and know you,
Among the good and [bad word] 
When a robe of white is givn for the faded coat of blue

Long, long years have vanished, and though [bad word] no more,
Yet my heart will startling beat with each footfall at my door;
I gaze oer the hill where he waved a last adieu,
But no gallant lad I see, in his faded coat of blue.

No more the bugle calls the weary one,
Rest, noble spirit,
In thy grave unknown! Ill find you and know you,
Among the good and [bad word] 
When a robe of white is givn for the faded coat of blue

No more the bugle calls the weary one,
Rest, noble spirit,
In thy grave unknown! Ill find you and know you,
Among the good and [bad word] 
When a robe of white is givn for the faded coat of blue