By [D]the rude bridge that [G]arched the [D]flood,
Their flag to April's breeze [A]unfurled;
Here [D]once the embattled [G]farmers [D]stood;
And [E7]fired the shot heard round the [A]world.
The [D]foe long since [G]in silence [D]slept;
Alike the conqueror silent [A]sleeps,
And [D]Time the ruined [G]bridge has [D]swept
Down [E7]the dark stream that seaward [A]creeps.
On [D]this green bank, [G]by this soft [D]stream,
We set to-day a votive [A]stone on,
That [D]memory may [G]their deeds [D]redeem,
When, like our sires, [A]our sons are [D]gone.
O [G]Thou who made those heroes [D]dare
To die, and leave their children [A]free, --
Bide [D]Time and [G]Nature gently [D]spare
The shaft we raised to [A]them and [D]Thee.
Here [D]once the embattled [G]farmers [D]stood;
And [A7]fired the shot heard round the [D]world.
Their flag to April's breeze [A]unfurled;
Here [D]once the embattled [G]farmers [D]stood;
And [E7]fired the shot heard round the [A]world.
The [D]foe long since [G]in silence [D]slept;
Alike the conqueror silent [A]sleeps,
And [D]Time the ruined [G]bridge has [D]swept
Down [E7]the dark stream that seaward [A]creeps.
On [D]this green bank, [G]by this soft [D]stream,
We set to-day a votive [A]stone on,
That [D]memory may [G]their deeds [D]redeem,
When, like our sires, [A]our sons are [D]gone.
O [G]Thou who made those heroes [D]dare
To die, and leave their children [A]free, --
Bide [D]Time and [G]Nature gently [D]spare
The shaft we raised to [A]them and [D]Thee.
Here [D]once the embattled [G]farmers [D]stood;
And [A7]fired the shot heard round the [D]world.
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