The Newtown bee., 1909-07-16

shoud be The land of the brave and the hcrae C
 the free, The camp fire old and the camp fir Of the boys at the old, at the new yer Those with us tonight and those tha are not, In each patriots heart will be neve forgot For those that stood by the camp fir And listened to stories of home, ofte tod. And laid down their lives for countr and lag, Their name stands on Liberty's lofties crag. Their bodies are mouldering now neat the sod, But their spirits have gone to a merci ful God. One night by the picket's camp fir where Bill Was talking of home, the meadow
 and Till. And how a fond mother lad bid hin God Speed" As he went to the front in Old Glory
 need; What great pleasure he'd have when h
 opel ed the door, And clasred in his arms his dear moth
 CT Lnce more He left us at twelve, went out to hi
 post, And stood by swamp road Ctwal
 down by the coast But treacherous foe was in ambush
 close by, Bill only went forth to perish ard die We brought him in by the camp fire
 now low He was gasping for breath, his pulse
 very slow, As I folded my coat to place under his
 head, Tell mother" he whispered, and pool
 Bill was dead. Next day the drum with it's soft muf.
 fled sound Beat Taps as he laid in the colo
 swampy ground. And the flag that he loved was laid or
 his breast While the moss covered cypress marks
 where he rests. In a far distant home there's fond
 mothers tears, As she thinks of her boy, how in al.
 future years ..8 With a heart filled with sorrow, an
 suisn and pain, She will long for the boy that will neer
 come again. And hrmbly sLe bows to the will of her
 God, Yet weeps for her boy sleeping under
 the sod. The camp fire old and the camp fire
 new: How the tales of the old, if you only
 knew The half of the trials, struggles and That were born by the boys in both
 sunshine and Tain. And the long weary march as we
 trampcd day by day, At last with the fog short distance
 away. That night by the camp fire with looks
 solemn and stern We talked of the morrow it's secrets to
 learn; Then we laid down to sleep, some
 thinking of home Alas, where their footsteps never
 would roam. The camp fire burns low, tie pale morn
 it is breaking, The boom of the cannons the earth is
 a-shakfng. We spring from our blankets and form
 into line, Away in the East the sun rises to
 shine. The pickets come struggling into the
 ranks, Willie down by the meadow near it's
 green, messy banks The skirmish's rifles ring out their
 sharp crack. fh" camp fire is ont and never will
 burn Again for the boys that will never re- Forward the word, not one there would
 lag, All ready to die for their country and
 flag. As the foe rushed toward us yelling his
 ire. Forth came the words, "haft, ready,
 aim, fire" And the volleys belched forth like the
 strong heated breath Of the harvester reaping the harvest
 of death, Ana before them the once proud and
 wild yelling foe Passed away like the dew before sun
 shines warm glow, and Liberty held her head proud and high For the boys that were willing to dare
 and to die. Around the camp fire old as we stood
 that night, With voices low we talked of the fight, And spake of our comrades who per
 ished that Jay, That the Union should live and the old
 flag should stay And ever an emblem of liberty be In the land of the brave and the home
 of the free. The camp fire new and the camp fire
 old, One we know now and one that is told. And now at the new as we gather to-
 night Let us think of the old, as by it's dim
 light The boys that are here and those meath
 the sod Gave all that they could to their coun-
 try an1 Cod. Let the mind wander back to the days
 of their youth, When they were ready to die for the
 old flag and truth. To the camp fire old let us low bow the
 lead, Try to keep back the tears as we num-
 Der the doal, And remember our country, and that
 such boys as these Forever shall keep the olG filg to the