“I could drown in a frown and swim in a smile.” - Anonymous

From “Lincoln 365,” by Arnold Kunst

May 27

     “I rode with Robert E Lee / For three years thereabout.

Got wounded in three places / And I starved at Point Lookout.

I caught the rheumatism / A'campin in the snow.

But I killed a hundred Yankees / And I'd like to kill some more.

     Three hundred thousand Yankees / Is stiff in Southern dust,

We got three hundred thousand / Before they conquered us.

They died of Southern fever, / Of Southern steel and shot.

But I wish it was three million / Instead of what we got.” - 'I'm a good Old Rebel,' Post Civil War ballad