Come all you valiant soldiers, a story I will tell,
it was a noted battle you all remember well.
It was an awful struggle, will cause your blood to chill.
It was a famous battle, was fought on Shiloh Hill.

It was on the 6th of April, just at the break of day,
the drums and fifes were playing for us to march away
about an hour of sunrise the battle it begun
and before the day was ended the battle ceased to roar.
Ten thousand of brave soldiers had fell to rise no more.
They had left their vacant places for others to fill,
All from the bloody battle that was fought on Shiloh Hill.

There were people from every nation died on the bloody plains.
There were fathers, sons, and brothers that was numbered with the slain.
Albert Sidney Johnson, one of our bravest men,
He was a brave commander that was numbered with the slain.
He was a brave commander and not afraid to fill the vacant place.
They watched for him on the plains at Shiloh Hill.

The wounded men were crying for help everywhere,
While others who were dying were offering God their prayers.
Protect my wife and children if consistence be thy will.
Such was the prayers I heard that night on the plains of Shiloh Hill.

Well, now my song is ended, the truth to you I tell.
I hope that sight by mortal men may never be seen again.
I pray to God the Father, if consistence be thy will,
To save the souls of all those men that died on Shiloh Hill.

The believed author of this poem is M. B. Smith (Co. C, 2nd Regiment, Texas Vol.).