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Twas early in the morning of 1863 |
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We started out on picket, not knowing what we'd see |
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The bridge we knew was floating. If the yankee should persue |
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We know we should be captured if runing we'd not do |
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To stop and give them battle we never thought of it |
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The shot at us did rattle, so we thought we'd better "git" |
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The captain tried to rally us and so did brave young Linn |
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And Rader too with pistol drawn, Fenly next "put in" |
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Rainbolt too, with angry words attempts to stop our flight |
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They tell us yet to stop with them, and give the yankees fight |
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They saw they could not stop us, to try it would be in vain |
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So their only chance to safety was to give their steeds the rein |
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Now this portion of my story will cause your hearts to bleed |
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It tells of those who halted while going at full speed |
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First came Billy Eddins with musket shot in thigh |
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He was told by the yankees "surrender now or die!" |
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Then came poor Johnny Burnes with sabre cut in head |
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And nearby him, and wounded, stood the still unconquered Red |
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Then Oscar and June Harris stood near in sore affright |
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Then came the young De Marcus, in none the better plight |
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Yarborough too with chalky cheek was walking down the road |
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The yankees had to some extent reliey'd him of his load |
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His overcoat he had pull'd off and in his shirt he stood |
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In woeful plight, he was a sight, his face contain'd no blood |
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Then came the lively Lilly, with teeth hard set in wrath |
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To think that some had pass'd him by, but picked him up at last |
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Then Burnes came, and Maynard, them Graham and Jim Baugh |
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The gallant Bone was found along and brought back from afar |
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But of that handsome Parton I must not fail to tell |
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His graceful way of riding you all remember well |
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But today the fates concluded to stop his wild career |
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So from his horse was jolted by a musket from the rear |
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The gallant Hill and dashing Dees, were spurring for dear life |
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When a yankee rode with perfect ease upon them with a knife |
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Surrender now my pretty pair and do it quickly too |
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Stop at once and turn your mare or I will run you through! |
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They stopped in once and faced about and to the rear did start |
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And back they came with legs quite lame with faint and sinking heart |
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And there they saw a crowd who were gobbled up that day |
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They were the twain that made 17, and we were march'd away |