i think that thare Lovers Departre .1862. [1] [2]
is some preperations 1 So fare yow well my darling
makin for peas noow So fare yow well my dear
they say pies Congres Dont griev for my long absents
is setin now the While i am presant her
old soldiers say
that thare is 2 Since its been my fortune
moor likly hoods a sowldier for to bee
for pies than thay o try an live contented
ever new an Do not grieve for mee
wee ar very well
Drilled an hav i am going a way to morrow
nothing to do 3 to tarry for a while
bwt to lay a so fair from my Dier Darling
bowt an eat a bowt five hundred miles
Tell Mr stimpson
affey is well an she rung her lilly white hands
peart i an him 4 an so mournfully did Cry
sleeps to geather an yow listed an bee a soldier
eats to geather he an in the war yow will Die
is a clever fellow
i hav alitle book in the battle youl bee wounded
in her for bwddy 5 an on the field slain
i wold bee glad to yowl burst my heart a sunder
see him an sis an if i never wee yow a gain
tode bwt yow must
Ciss them for mee 6 The canons lowdly rowering
on till i can no The bullets Come whislin by
moor at presant The fife and Drum ar soundin
only yowr To Dround the soldiers Cry
affectionate husbond i want yow all to write to
mee send word how many letters how hav got i hav
sent 6 or 7 an got one Direct them to Richmond va
5th NC state troops in Car of Capt Davice Compny K
Margret E Baggarly T F Baggrly
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Stan firmly by your Canons
Make balls an grape shot fly I Will also
O trust in god your saviour With pleasure
and keep your Powder Dry stat to you
that i am well
I hope the time is Coming an harty an i
When i an yow will meet hop that yow
with words looks an Cisses ar all well too
wee Can each other greet and i hop that
So fair yow well my darling yow ar not
So fair yow well my Dier a grieving a bowt
i do not expect to see yow me for i am faring
For Six or seven years a great deel better
The End than yow hav any
Riten By your M.E.B idea of yow ought
Dier Hwsband to bee thank fwll
To yo an Sister that wee ar all
Emily
a Camp Song blest with as
1862 mwch good lwck
T F Baggarly Oct 6th as wee ar
mag i still think
Mag make mee a plat that wee will see
to go a round my rist each other a gain
owt of your hair an i hope yow wont
pwt it in a letter an bee like a woman
send it to mee i herd of the other
i her blithe turner day she is gon
is Dead M E Baggarly deranged an her
husbon has herd
When this see remember MEB of it an hee is in
a site of trwble
she is in silom
tha say this fact
is trwe i serpose