Our land is filled with mourningFrom Bourbon to MaloneAnd many wives and mothersAre weeping, sad and loneFor many youthful heroesAre among the noble slainOn a blood-red field near RichmondFair Richmond on the JamesA soldier boy at RichmondLay gasping on the fieldThe battle strife was overAnd the foe was forced to yieldBut fell one noble heroBefore the foe-man's aimOn the blood-stained field at RichmondFair Richmond on the JamesA comrade stood beside himAs his lifeblood ebbed awayThey had been chums togetherSince boyhood's early dayTogether they had struggled'Mid strife and grief and painBut to part that night at RichmondFair Richmond on the JamesHe said, "My noble comradeYou will miss me for awhileBut the faces that once loved usAgain on you will smileAgain you will be foremostIn all the village gamesWhile I lie here at Richmond"Fair Richmond on the JamesTake the sword home to my brotherAnd the star upon my breastTo my young and gentle sisterThe one that I loved bestAnd a brown lock from my foreheadTo my mother who still dreamsOf the safe return of her soldier boyFrom Richmond on the James
