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The girls who lov'd the boys in gray—the girls to country
true, May ne'er in wedlock give their hands to those who wore
WE KNOW THAT WE WERE REBELS; OR, WHY CAN WE NOT BE BROTHERS?
By Clarence Prentice.
Why can we not be brothers? the battle now is o'er; We've laid our bruised arms on the field to take them up no
more; We who have fought you hard and long, now overpower'd.
stand As poor, defenseless prisoners in our own native land.
Chorus.—We know that we were rebels, And we don't deny the name, We speak of that which we have done With grief, but not with shame!
But we have rights most sacred, by solemn compact bound, Seal'd by the blood that freely gush'd from many a ghastly
wound; When Lee gave up his trusty sword, and his men laid down
their arms, It was that they should live at home, secure from war's dire