The song interprets the last words of a drummer boy who was fatally wounded at the Battle of Gettysburg.
[1] Verse 1 For the dear old Flag I die, Said the wounded drummer boy; Mother, press your lips to mine; O, they bring me peace and joy!
Verse 2 Do not mourn, my mother, dear, Every pang will soon be o'er; For I hear the angel band Calling from their starry shore; Now I see their banners wave In the light of perfect day, though 'tis hard to part with you, Yet I would not wish to stay.
Verse 3 Farewell mother, Death's cold hand Weighs upon my spirit now, And I feel his blighting breath Fan my pallid cheek and brow.
to your heart, Let me feel that you are by, While my sight is growing dim, For the dear old Flag I die.