When this cruel war is over
How happy ill be then
With my friends near to sever
Yes a happy band of men—
Well live to god with hope
Of of pleasures to come
And every sunny slope
Will near us to our home
And when from life set free
And all our troubles ore
In heaven forever be
With angels ever more
John G Scoville /
to Ruth Scoville or find a Soldiers
the Companion of grave neath some
once happy John G S shady oak, or live
now far away in to injoy freedoms
the army whare bliss of native
the cannons sullen countrys soil so
roar and the rifle dearly bought
balls do play with precious
and rebels flee life
before us —————
————————— Ruth pleas write
but our duty ofton and let me
calls us on on know all…yes all
to glorious victory yours untill death
John G Scoville to
Ruth Scoville