“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,” a post Civil War ballad