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