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The Legend of the Lost Patrol — a dark folk ballad about a phantom regiment of Civil War soldiers who vanished without a trace. Their ghostly melodies still echo across the battlefields of Shiloh, Antietam, and Gettysburg. No graves, no records, no letters home — only the mournful sound of a fife drifting through the fog. Based on enduring American folklore and battlefield ghost legends. Part of the "Forgotten American Legends" series.

Lyrics:
There's a field outside of Shiloh where the fog don't ever lift,
Where the peach trees bloom in silence and the shadows slowly drift,
They say a company of soldiers marched beyond the cannon's roar,
Forty men in tattered greycoats — and were never heard no more.

Their captain's name was Harlan, from the hills of Tennessee,
He led them through the thicket where no living soul could see,
The orders came at midnight, through the smoke and bitter rain,
They crossed the ridge at Devil's Creek and never came again.

Oh, do you hear the drumbeat on the wind across the plain?
Do you hear the phantom fifer playing through the evening rain?
They march where no one follows, through the mist and morning dew,
The Lost Patrol is calling — Lord, they're calling out for you.

At Antietam in the autumn, when the cornfields turn to gold,
A farmer heard a bugle cry, so mournful and so cold,
He followed it through Bloody Lane where twenty thousand fell,
And saw a line of shadow men come marching straight from Hell.

Their boots made not a whisper on the cold and bloodstained ground,
Their rifles held at shoulder but they never made a sound,
Except a song so sorrowful it froze him where he stood,
A hymn from eighteen sixty-two, drifting through the wood.

Oh, do you hear the drumbeat on the wind across the plain?
Do you hear the phantom fifer playing through the evening rain?
They march where no one follows, through the mist and morning dew,
The Lost Patrol is calling — Lord, they're calling out for you.

No grave was ever dug for them, no marker bears their name,
No letter sent to mothers waiting, burning like a flame,
The Army struck their records clean, as if they'd never been,
But the battlefields remember what the living haven't seen.

At Gettysburg on summer nights, the tourists hear them play,
A fiddle and a worn-out drum from somewhere far away,
The melody is old as grief, a dirge for boys who died,
Still loyal to a flag long furled, still marching side by side.

Some say they search for orders that will set their spirits free,
Some say they guard the fallen from the fields of Tennessee,
But those who've heard their music say it chills you to the bone,
A regiment of ghostly men who'll never make it home.

Oh, do you hear the drumbeat on the wind across the plain?
Do you hear the phantom fifer playing through the evening rain?
They march where no one follows, through the mist and morning dew,
The Lost Patrol is calling — Lord, they're calling out for you.

They say if you stand alone at dusk on any Civil War field,
where the cannons roared and the brothers bled,
you might hear them — faint at first,
a drumbeat... a fife... a hymn carried on the wind.
Don't follow the music, friend.
The Lost Patrol don't need more soldiers.
They've got enough already.

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*Historical Battlefields Referenced:*
*Shiloh* (April 1862, Tennessee) — One of the bloodiest early battles
*Antietam / Bloody Lane* (September 1862, Maryland) — Deadliest single day in American history
*Gettysburg* (July 1863, Pennsylvania) — Turning point of the war, famous for ghost sightings

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