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Valiant Fifth Texas ! I saw your brave column
Rush through the channels of living- and dead; Sturdy Fourth Texas! Why weep, your old warhorse ?
He died as he wish'd, in the gear, at your head : West Point! ye will tell, on the pages of glory,
How the blood of the South ebb'd away near your shade, And how sons of Texas fought in the red valley,
And fell in the columns of Hood's Texas Brigade.
Fathers and mothers, ye weep for your jewels ;
Sisters, ye weep for your brothers in vain; Maidens, ye weep for j'our sunny-eyed loversó
Weep, for you'll never behold them again! But know ye that vict'ry, the shrine of the noble,
Encircles the house of death newly made! And know ye that Freedom, the shrine of the mighty,
Shines forth on the banners of Hood's Texas Brigade!
Daughters of Southland, come bring ye bright flowers,
Weave ye a chaplet for the brow of the brave ; Bring ye the emblems of freedom and victory ;
Bring ye the emblems of death and the grave; Bring ye some motto befitting a hero;
Bring ye exotics that never will fade; Come to the deep crimson'd valley of Richmond,
And crown our young Chief of the Texas Brigade!