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Our Southern boys are brave and true, and joining" heart and hand
And are flocking- to the " Stars and Bars " as they are floating o'er the land.
And all are standing ready, with their rifles in their hands,
And invite the North to open graves down South in Dixie's
SONG OF THE SOUTHERN SOLDIER.
By " P. E. C," in Richmond Examiner.
lune—" Barclay and Perkins' Drayman."
These lines were written Jan. 8, 1861, for a friend, who expected to sing them in the theatre, but thought at the time to be too much in the secession spirit.
I'm a soldier, you see, that oppression has made !
I don't fight for pay or for booty ; But I wear in my hat a blue cockade,
Placed there by the fingers of Beauty. The South is my home, where a black man is black,
And a white man there is a white man; Now I am tired of listening to Northern clack,—
Let us see what they will do in a fight, man.
The Yankees are cute ; they have managed, somehow,
Their business and ours to settle ; They make all we want, from a pin to a plough,
Now we'll show them some Southern mettle.