Bryan Dunn The Ghost of Abe Lincoln lyrics

Here's your uniform now, son
Here's your boots and here's your gun
Here's your bonus and the form for next of kin
Soldiers always pine
For the sweethearts left behind
Will I live to see my darling one again?

Aura Lee, my Aura Lee
She's seventeen years young
But the boys from Baltimore
Go off marching to the war
With the ghost of Abe Lincoln

From the shores of Tripoli
To Japan and Germany
Well, they send the faithful forward to the foe
Ours is not to question why
Ours is but to do and die
And to leave behind an American widow

Clementine, my Clementine
I'll be home before too long
We'll be waving old glory
While we're marching to the sea

With the ghost of Abe Lincoln

They steal and lie with a patriot's cry
My country, right or wrong
But the price of the truth
Is the flower of their youth
And they sing that drinking song

Well, they talk about the lord
And his terrible swift sword
All the boys are singing Glory Hallelu
And they watch the morning sun
Waiting for the hell to come
Before the battle I was thinking most of you

Mother dear, my mother dear
God knows and loves his sons
Will they say that we were brave
When we're lying in the grave
With the ghost of Abe Lincoln