Virginias Bloody Soil chords

[VERSE 1]
Come [Am]all you loyal Unionists, where[Am]ver y[G]ou may [Am]be
I h[C]ope you’ll pay attention and l[E]isten unto me
For [Am]well you know the blood and woe, the m[C]isery and the toil
It t[Am]ook to down Secessionist ranks on Vir[Am]ginia’s b[Em]loody s[Am]oil

[VERSE 2]
When [Am]our good old flag, Stars and Stripes, from S[Am]umter’s w[G]alls was h[Am]urled
And h[C]igh o’erhead on the forwardest walls the R[E]ebels’ flag unfurled
It a[Am]roused each loyal Unionist and c[C]aused his blood to boil
For to [Am]see that flag, Secessionist rag, on Vir[Am]ginia’s bl[Em]oody s[Am]oil

[VERSE 3]
Then f[Am]rom the hills and mountain tops there c[Am]ame that w[G]ild a[Am]larm
Rise [C]up, ye gallant sons of north, our c[E]ountry calls to arms!
Come f[Am]rom the plains o’er hill and dale, ye h[C]ardy sons of toil
For our f[Am]lag is trampled in the dust of Vir[Am]ginia’s b[Em]loody s[Am]oil

[VERSE 4]
And th[Am]ousands left their natives homes, some n[Am]ever [G]to re[Am]turn
And m[C]any’s the wife and family, dear, were l[E]eft behind to mourn
There [Am]was one who went among them, who, from d[C]anger would not recoil
Now his b[Am]ones lie bleaching on the fields of Vir[Am]ginia’s b[Em]loody s[Am]oil

[VERSE 5]
When [Am]on the field of battle, he n[Am]ever w[G]as af[Am]raid
When c[C]annons loud would rattle, he st[E]ood there undismayed
When b[Am]ullets bullets rained about him, he st[C]ood there with a smile
He said, "We’ll c[Am]onquer, boys, or leave our bones on Vir[Am]ginia’s bl[Em]oody s[Am]oil.”

[VERSE 6]
In the g[Am]reat fight of the Wilderness, where m[Am]any a b[G]rave man f[Am]ell
He b[C]oldy led his comrades on through R[E]ebel shot and shell
The w[Am]ounded ‘round they strewed the ground, the d[C]ead lay heaped in piles
Their c[Am]omrades weltered in their blood on Vir[Am]ginia’s b[Em]loody s[Am]oil.

[VERSE 7]
The R[Am]ebels fought like fury, or t[Am]igers d[G]rove to b[Am]ay
They k[C]new full well, if truth they’d tell, they w[E]ouldn’t win the day
It was h[Am]and-to-hand they fought ‘em. The st[C]ruggle fierce and wild
Till a b[Am]ullet pierced our Captain’s brain on Vir[Am]ginia’s b[Em]loody s[Am]oil

[VERSE 8]
But a-[Am]bove that din of battle, what w[Am]as that dr[G]eadful c[Am]ry?
The [C]woods were all afire, where our d[E]ead and wounded lie!
The s[Am]ight to behold next morning would make the s[C]toutest heart recoil
To see the ch[Am]arred remains of thousands o' souls on Vir[Am]ginia’s b[Em]loody s[Am]oil

[VERSE 9]
And n[Am]ow our Hero’s sleeping with th[Am]ousands [G]of the b[Am]rave
No m[C]arble slab does mark the place that s[E]hows where he was laid
He d[Am]ied to save our Union; he’s f[C]ree of care and toil
Thank [Am]God the Stars and Stripes still wave ab[Am]ove Vir[Em]ginia’s s[Am]oil