Camp fourth ohio February the 3^d 1864

 

Dear Sister

             I recieved your Kind letter and was glad to here from you I am getting allong verry well, and hop you are the same We have had in the last two week som fine weather but last night it changed to cold Our duty is puty hard here the boys are on duty evry other day. the caws is I think there are a grate meny vetrain Soldiers gon home on Furlough but they are commencing to come back but I dont think we will do much duty here any more there is a report here that our brigade will go to New York I recieved a letter from my Friend Isaac Landis he belongs to the 1.10 Ohio third corps he is comming to see me he givs me som good new from Lost Creek valley his brother is a cripple he was woonded at the battle of Getysburg I must close my fue lines pleas excuse my short letter give my respects to all inquiers I will send you the song. Who will care fore mother now it is all the go here I think it is puty if it was got up by a rebile rite sone From your brother

W. R. Holliday /

 

Who will care for Mother now

 

Why am I so weak and weary

See how faint my heated breath

All around to me seems darkness

Tell me Comrads is this death

Ah! how well I know your answer

To my fate I meekly bow

If youill only tell me truly

 

                        Chorus

Soon with Angels I'll be marching

With bright Laurels on my brow

I have for my Country fallen

 

Who will comfort her in Sorrow                             

Who will dry the falling Tear                                    

Gently smoothe her wrinkled forehead                      

Who will whisper words of cheer                             

Even now I think I see her                                          

Kneeling Praying for me! How

Can I leave her in her sorrow                                                 

Who will care for mother now         

                                     

                        Chorus Soon with &c. /                                 

3^rd        Let this knapsack be my pillow

And my Mantle be the Sky

Hasten Comrads to the battle

 

   I will like a Soldier Die

 Soon with Angles I'll be marching

With bright Laurels on my brow

With bright Laurels on my brow

 I have for my country fallen

Who will care for mother now!

 

William R Holliday

 Co. "E" 4^th O.V.I.

 1^st Brig 3^rd Div 2^nd A.C.

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