“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