Tuesday, May 28, 2019

“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

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