THE OLD RIFLEMAN
by Frank Ticknor of Georgia
Now bring me out my buckskin suit!
My pouch and powder, too!
We'll see if seventy-six can shoot
As sixteen used to do.
Old Bess! we've kept our barrels bright!
Our trigger quick and true!
As far, if not as fine a sight,
As long ago we drew!
And pick me out a trusty flint!
A real white and blue,
Perhaps twill win the other tint
Before the hunt is through!
Give boys your brass percussion caps!
Old "shut-pan" suits as well!
There's something in the sparks: perhaps
There's something in the smell!
We've seen the red-coat Briton bleed!
The red-skin Indian, too!
We've never thought to draw a bead
On Yankee-doodle-doo!
But Bessie! bless your dear old heart!
Those days are mostly done;
And now we must revive the art
Of shooting on the run!
If Doodle must be meddling, why
There's only this to do -
Select the black spot in his eye,
And let the daylight through!
And if he doesn't like the way
That Bess presents the view,
He'll maybe change his mind and stay
Where the good doodles do!
We'll teach these shot-gun boys the tricks
By which a war is won;
Especially how Seventy-six
Took the Tories on the run.
Submitted by: Jesse Lee Heard, D-J Camp Member
Originally collected and written down by:
H.M. Wharton D.D. Private in General Lee's Army
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GENERATIONS OF GRAY
Generations of gray and we still stand strong,
for the struggle they fought for, for so damn' long.
We're proud of our history, yes we're proud of our past.
Let's keep it in our hearts for it will forever last.
Standing in the shadows of days gone bye,
so many years have passed yet we still wonder why.
Over 600,000 men had to give up their lives, fighting
that war of blood and strife.
Generations of gray, yes we still stand strong,
against our enemies who would do us wrong.
So those who have ears, best hear what we say.
For proud Southerners we shall be till our dying day.
Written by: William Kenneth Tyler, Commander
Capt. Champ Ferguson Camp, Monterey Tennessee
Poem for genealogists
Suzy Lee fell in love.
She planned to marry Joe.
She was so happy about it all,
she told her pappy so.
Pappy told her, "Suzie Gal,"
you'll have to find another.
I'd just as soon yo maw don't know,
but Joe is yo half-brother.
So Suzie forgot about her Joe
and planned to marry Will.
But after telling pappy this,
he said "There's trouble still."
You can't marry Will, my gal
and please don't tell yo mother,
cause Will and Joe and several mo
I know is yo half-brother."
But mama knew and said
"Honey chile, do what makes you happy.
Marry Will or marry Joe,
You ain't no kin to Pappy."
Submitted by: Jason Goodrich, Commander
Col. George H. Nixon Camp #214
Lawrenceburg, Tennessee
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