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I sGlept and I Emdreamed of a Bmtime long ago I saw an Garmy of Emrebels, Amdancing on Dair I Gdreamed as I Cslept, I could Bmsee the campfires, A Bmsong of the Embattle, that was Bmborn in the Emflames, and the Bmrebels were Dwaltzing on Gair.
I danced with a girl to the tune of a waltz that was written to be danced on the battlefield I danced to the song of a voice of a girl A voice that called "Stand till we fall we stand till all the boys fall." As we danced came the news that the war was not won 5 armies were coming, with carrige and gun Through the heart of the camp swept the news from the front A cloud crossed the moon, a child cried for food We knew the war could not be won. So we danced with a rifle, to the rhythm of the gun in a glade through the trees i saw my only one Then the earth seemed to rise hell hot as the sun The soldiers were dying, there was tune to the sighing. The song was an old rebel one. As the smoke of our hopes rose high from the field My eyes played tricks through the moon and the trees I slept as I dreamed I saw the army rise A voice began to call, stand till you fall The tune was an old rebel one.