The Singing Scoutmaster: Vacant Chair, The

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GWe shall meet but we shall miss him,

there will Cbe one vacant Gchair;

Gwe shall linger to caress him,

GWhile we A7breathe our ev'ning D7pray'r

When a Gyear ago we gathered,

joy was Cin his mild blue Geyes,

GBut a golden chord is severed,

And our hopes in D7ruin Glie.

GWe shall Cmeet but we shall Gmiss him,

Gthere will be one vacant D7chair,

D7We shall Glinger to ca-Cress him,

while we Gbreathe our D7ev'ning Gpray'r.

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GAt our fireside, sad and lonely,

often Cwill the bosom Gswell

Gat remembrance of the story,

How our A7noble Willie D7fell;

How D7he Gstrove to bear our banner

through the Cthickest of the Gfight,

GAnd uphold our country's honor,

in the strength of D7manhood's Gnight.

GWe shall Cmeet but we shall Gmiss him,

there will be one vacant D7chair,

D7We shall Glinger to ca-Cress him,

while we Gbreathe our D7ev'ning Gpray'r.

GTrue, they tell us wreaths of glory

ever Cmore will deck his Gbrow,

but this soothes the Ganguish only,

Sweeping A7o'er our heartstrings D7now.

Sleep to-Gday, oh early fallen,

in thy Cgreen and narrow Gbed,

GDirges from the pine and cypress

mingle with the D7tears we Gshed.

GWe shall Cmeet but we shall Gmiss him,

Gthere will be one vacant D7chair,

D7We shall Glinger to ca-Cress him,

while we Gbreathe D7our ev'ning Gpray'r.