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AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS, 129 |
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56 THE BLUE AND THE GRAY
A mother's gift to her country's cause is a story yet
untold, She had three sons, three only sons, each worth his
weight in gold. She gave them up for the sake of war, while her heart
was filled with pain. As each went away she was heard to say, "He will
never return again."
One lies down near Appomattox, many miles
away, Another sleeps at Chickamauga, and they both
wore suits of gray. 'Mid the strains of "Down in Dixie" the third
was laid away, In a trench at Santiago, the blue and the gray.
She's alone tonight, while the stars shine bright, with
a heart full of despair. On the last great day I can hear her say, "My three
boys will be there. Perhaps they'll watch at the heavenly gates, on guard
beside their guns. Then the mother, true to the gray and blue, may enter
with her sons." |
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