To perpetuate the glory of the brave men of the 19th Illinois and their companions in arms who fell at Murfreesboro
"Who'll save the left,"
A Battle Scene.
Words R. Tompkins,
Music by Geo. F. Root.
Chicago Published by Root & Cady 95 Clark St.
"WHO'LL SAVE THE LEFT !"
R.T. & G.F.R.
Thro' two long days the battle raged In front of Mur-frees-bo-ro and can-non balls tore up the earth As plow turn up the furrow Brave soldiers by the hundre fell In fierce assault and sally While bursting shell hiss'd scream'd and fell Like demons in the val-ley. The
The Northman, and the Southron met, In bold de-fi-ant man-ner, Now vict'ry perch'd on Un-ion flag, And now on rebel banner; But see! upon the Un-ion's left, Bear down in countless numbers, With shouts that seem to wake the hills From their e-ter-nal slum-bers, The reb-el hosts, whose iron rain Beats down our weaker forces, And cov-ers all the battle plain With torn and mangled corses; Still
onward press the rebel hordes More boldly, fiercer, faster, But Neg-ley's practiced eye discerns The swift and dread disaster, "Who'll save the left," his voice rang out A-bove the roar of battle. "The Nineteenth" shouted Colonel Scott, Amid the muskets rattle "The Nineteenth be it, Make the charge!" Quick as the word was given, The Nineteenth fell up on the foe, As lightning falls from heaven.
O - ver the stream they went, in - to the fight, Cut-ting their way on the left and the right, Un - heed - ing the storm of the
shot and shell, Un - heed - ing the fate of their com-rades who fell, On-ward they sped like the fierce lightnings flash, On - ward they sped with a tor-na - do's crash On-ward they sped like the bolts of the thun-der Re-sist - lessl-y crush - ing the reb - el hosts un - der 'Till wild in their ter - ror they
scat-ter'd and fled, Leaving heaps up-on heaps, of their dy - ing and dead; And the shout that went up with the set of the sun, Told the charge was tri - um - phant, the great bat-tle won; Told the charge was tri - um - phant the great bat - tle won.