Strew all their graves with flow­ers,
They for their coun­try died;
And free­ly gave their lives for ours,
Their coun­try’s hope and pride.

Bring flow­ers to deck each sod,
Where rests their sac­red dust;
Though gone from earth, they live to God,
Their ev­er­last­ing trust!

Fearless, in free­dom’s cause
They suf­fered, toiled, and bled;
And died, obe­di­ent to her laws,
By truth and con­science led.

Oft as the year re­turns,
She o’er their graves shall weep;
And wreathe with flow­ers their fu­ner­al urns,
Their me­mo­ry dear to keep.

Bring flow­ers of ear­ly spring
To deck each sol­dier’s grave,
And sum­mer’s frag­rant ros­es bring—
They died our land to save.