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