Come all ye gallent soldiers a story I will tell About the bloody battle that was fought on Shiloh's Hill It was an awful struggle and it will cause your blood to chill; All from the bloody battle that was fought on Shiloh Hill It was the sixth of April, just at the break of day; The drums and fifes were playing for us to march away My feelings at that momemt I do remember still, Where once my feet were tromping on top of Shiloh Hill. We hit the fight next morning we fit the fight to gain Unmindful of the wounded and unuseful to the slain The conflict was renewed again, ten thousand was the kill All from their deadly wounds, the blood ran like a rill My uniform of blue was turned into a purple red When someone on a foaming steed did swat me on the head I send a bullet through his heart and as he fell away I saw the face of my dear father dressed in bloody gray We won the battle, but my heart will always be in pain The one who brought me to this world I'll never see again And a pray to Christ my Savior consistent to his will To save the souls of these poor boys on top of Shiloh's Hill