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.

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.

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.