Navy Blue


My shipmate sleeps in his coat of Navy blue;
In a watery grave at sea lies the heart that beat so true.
He sank faint and weary among the honored brave
As we laid him sad and lonely into his watery grave

No more the bugle calls the weary one,
Rest, noble spirit, In thy grave below!
Iíll find you and know you, Among the good and true,
When a robe of white is givín for the coat of Navy blue.

He cried, give me water and just a little crumb,
And my mother she will bless you throí all the years to come;
Oh! tell my sweet sister, so gentle, good and true,
That Iíll meet her up in heaven, in my coat of Navy blue.

No more the bugle calls the weary one,
Rest, noble spirit, In thy grave below!
Iíll find you and know you, Among the good and true,
When a robe of white is givín for the coat of Navy blue

Long, long years have vanished, and though he comes no more,
Yet my heart will startling beat with each footfall at my door;
I gaze oíer the dock where he waved a last adieu,
But no gallant lad I see, in his coat of Navy blue.

No more the bugle calls the weary one,
Rest, noble spirit, In thy grave below!
Iíll find you and know you, Among the good and true,
When a robe of white is givín for your faded coat of blue