My brave laddie sleeps in his faded coat of blue
In a lonely grave unknown lies a heart that beat so true
For he sank faint and hungry among the vanquished grave
And they laid him sad and lonesome in an unnamed grave

No more the bugle calls the weary one
Rest, noble spirit, in a grave unknown
I will find you and know you among the good and true
Where a robe of white is given for a faded coat of blue

He cried, “give me water and just one little crumb
And my mother she will bless you in the many days to come”
And tell my dear sister, so good and kind and true
That I’ll meet her up in heaven in my faded coat of blue

No more the bugle calls the weary one
Rest, noble spirit, in a grave unknown
I will find you and know you among the good and true
Where a robe of white is given for a faded coat of blue

Long years have vanished, and though he comes no more
Still my heart with startling beats at each footfall at my door
I gaze o’er the hill where he bid his last adieu
But no gallant lad I see in his faded coat of blue

No more the bugle calls the weary one
Rest, noble spirit, in a grave unknown
I will find you and know you among the good and true
Where a robe of white is given for a faded coat of blue