The Gray Coat Under The Blue

W'ill the soldier, too brave lo desert ordecelve, Wlio relurned from the war with an empty sleeve, Tnie hs Rll to the war torn standard of stars, Wiiose diploma of honor ifi wrlttcn 1d scars, Kiaud square on hls crulcbeg and vote at the polls For the man whom the wlll of the rebel control Is? Ne it whlle the day shlnes, or nlght brlngs the dew. W'ill lio vote for the ?ray coat under the blue. Thechnln of the slavehas been broken, and he, No lonprerachattel, is linmaii and free: He has hope In hls heart and a freeman's right, baptism ol blood made hls charter white The ballot he holds In hl ebony hand Must be cast and be counted, 'brave lords of the land." Why, the nearo sees where tbe bullets went throuKh, That the rebel' gray coat Is worn under the bine. Our free land Is at peace with nll the wlde worl'l, Our flae is unchallenced wherever unfurled; Our natlon from bondage has broken away, And we owe not a debt that we cannot pay. Shall we turn oartrluuiDhs grand intodeteat? Now the bnttle Is wcin, hall we fly In retreat? We will stand by our flug ever falthful and true, Undecelved by the gray coat under the blue. The flags of tbe foe have ben tralled In the dUHt; Shall ihey be returned, or reUlned In our trust? The iiiu-kf t is sllent and hangs in eclipse, Where the spiders have woveu a web on lts Ups. The birds have built nests In the cantion's cool throat, Now the North and the South llke brothers can vote. And we hold outour hand to all men that are true, Wlrn wear not the gray coat under the blue.