The Ballad of the 20th Maine | |
Andrew Jackson Tozier was a first sergeant in the 2nd Maine Volunteer Infantry Regiment and later the 20th Maine Volunteer Infantry Regiment who was awarded the Medal of Honor as a result of service during the American Civil War. The citation is simple enough: "At the crisis of the engagement this soldier, a color bearer, stood alone in an advanced position, the regiment having been borne back, and defended his colors with musket and ammunition picked up at his feet." Upon his death in March of 1910 at age 72 he is buried in the LItchfield Plains Cemetery In all 67 soldiers and seaman from Maine received the Congressional Medal of Honor for their actions during the American Civil War. |
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Ballad of the 20th Maine - Lyrics |
My name is Andrew Tozier, I'm a child of Litchfield Maine And I left my only family for the sea, the salt, and rain And when Lincoln called the banners in 1861 Well I joined the union army for the land that I am from |
We were baptized by fire, in the battle of Bull Run And we fought our southern brothers, in the wind, the snow, and sun And when our time was over, I heard the Governor say Keep fighting for the union, for just another day So we joined the lion of Bowdoin, Chamberlain his name and we marched once more toward battle as the 20th of Maine |
If we should die today, then dream a dream of heaven Take your northern hearts with you to the grave Be proud and true you are a union soldier Stand fast, ye are the boys of Maine |
Well, our western flank, it was missing As the confederates, they pushed on And I fought them tooth and nail Our ammunition all but gone And alone I stood with colors I was Flying proud and true For to let my northern brothers know the battle was not through |
And then appeared our lion, he was roaring bayonets And we charged on down the mountain with what forces we had left 'Cause we're as steadfast as Katahdin, We're as hard as winter's rain Go straight to hell with your rebel yell We are the boys of Maine |
And if we should die today, then dream a dream of heaven And take your northern hearts with you to the grave Be proud and true you are a union soldier Stand fast, ye are the boys Stand fast, ye are the boys Stand fast, ye are the boys of Maine |